Xu Xiangbei didn't dare underestimate his opponent. With a gentle twist of his foot, he released Chen Yonghao's wrist, his hand forming a vertical palm like a copper wall, to meet the incoming fist.
Pa! A burst of Qi Force scattered in all directions like a wild wind, lifting Liu Ningyan's skirt.
Liu Ningyan, although suffering from a cold and extreme illness and not practicing the Liu Family's martial arts, had grown up hearing and seeing her grandfather, father, and uncles practice martial arts, and had some understanding of martial arts techniques.
This punch was extraordinary, and based on the inner strength contained within, could rank among the top ten masters of the Liu Family.
A middle-aged man of medium stature appeared in front of Xu Xiangbei. He had single eyelids and was wearing a double-breasted silk training gown, with Iron Tiger Bracelets on each wrist while rotating a pair of gleaming Iron Gall Balls in his hands, looking coldly at Xu Xiangbei.
