"Foster father!"
Seeing Jiang Dali reaching out with both hands, seemingly wanting to pull him up.
Liao Rushen felt a jolt of surprise in his heart.
With a guilty conscience, he inevitably felt frightened and forced a smile.
One must know, this hand-holding gesture, seemingly to help someone up, is also a kind of greeting in the Martial World, quite popular among those familiar with its ways, originally meant to test each other's strength.
However, given Jiang Dali's extraordinary skills, renowned for his formidable might, once the hands were clasped, if any countermeasures were employed, he would inevitably fall into peril.
At this moment, if he dared not to clasp hands, two outcomes would result, and both would be quite dangerous.
Logically, after battling Guan Yutian, Jiang Dali's True Qi must have been depleted, perhaps less than a tenth of his usual power remains.
At this moment, Guan Yutian was already gravely injured, and Jiang Dali weakened.
