Yin Hao wanted to dodge, wanted to counterattack, but he felt a terrifying pressure, immense as a mountain, weighing down on him. He could barely even move a finger.
Before the fist even arrived, his body was already being torn apart by the terrifying shockwave, and his legs sank into the ground.
'The Song Family are a bunch of idiots. They don't even know what Xu Yang's Cultivation is.'
Yin Hao cursed the eighteen generations of the Song Family's ancestors in his heart. He could only watch, his courage shattering, as the incomparably fierce fist came crashing down.
"Lord Han will not let you go!" he roared in his final moments.
"I won't let him go either."
Xu Yang watched Yin Hao with a calm gaze, his fist striking Yin Hao's body with unstoppable force.
"BANG!"
