Everyone present was stunned.
To throw a grown man like that, how strong must one be?
Zhao Chen was terrified. The young man was no ordinary person. Another tremendous force came from Chu Hao's fist, making Zhao Chen's hand bones feel as if they had shattered. He knelt on the ground in agony, screaming.
"Let... let go, Master!! Save me."
Long Yuan was also shocked and was about to intervene.
"Wait!"
An old man in a white robe stepped forward, cupped his hands, and said, "Young brother, please show some mercy."
Chu Hao raised an eyebrow. "Old man, you want to meddle too?"
The white-robed old man gave a wry smile. "At my age, I'm no match for you, young brother. I just want to take a look at your coffin."
Chu Hao flipped Zhao Chen over and glared at Master Long Yuan. "Feel free to look."
Long Yuan said, his anger simmering, "Du Yuezhen, you..."
Du Yuezhen waved his hand. "Let me see the coffin first."
