The ghost-faced masked man's saber was knocked away, and Xu Yang's counterattack began. His bones and tendons thundered as his Gang Qi surged wildly.
He spun around quickly to meet the ghost-faced masked man's gaze, his ferocious aura overwhelming the other man.
"Young friend, it's a misunderstanding! We don't want the money anymore."
Meeting Xu Yang's cold and merciless eyes, the ghost-faced masked man screamed.
'My saber can't even cut his body. There's no way to win this fight. With such a terrifying Body-Protecting Divine Skill, why were you even running before? Are you just trying to get people killed?'
The ghost-faced masked man retreated rapidly, trying to create distance.
But Xu Yang seemed to be stuck right to him, the distance between them not changing in the slightest.
Thunder Shock Fist, stacking twelve layers of Force.
