Hu Dewu's cultivation level was still a distance away from Xu Fan's.
The swift offense he displayed earlier seemed terrifying, but in Xu Fan's eyes, there were numerous opportunities to counterattack.
As long as Xu Fan was willing to make a move, he could chop off Hu Dewu's hands at any time.
However, for the time being, those hands of Hu Dewu's could not yet be chopped off.
…
A brief exchange had already let Xu Fan thoroughly understand the extent of Hu Dewu's strength.
This time, Xu Fan extended his palms from his sleeves and walked towards Hu Dewu.
"Alright, you've played enough. Now, it's my turn," Xu Fan said.
"You…"
This brat had killed his men, and Hu Dewu had never intended to show mercy.
Having survived through bloodshed, Hu Dewu was very clear about one principle: even the most insignificant opponent should be taken on with full force, to prevent capsizing in a ditch.
Yet, even with his full strength, he had not been able to harm the boy in the slightest.
