"Since you're seeking your own death, don't blame me for being discourteous! Hmph..."
In the face of Meng Shaotao's public challenge, Zhao Teng, the Xuanwu Patriarch, darkened his expression. After a cold snort, he immediately soared into the air. His body resounded with a booming sound as his full power was unleashed, his figure akin to an eagle hunting a rabbit, raising a palm to strike down.
"Hehe, who's really seeking death is yet to be determined!"
Young Master Meng licked the corner of his lips as a sinister expression appeared on his face. Without evasion, he firmly planted his feet and met with a punch...
"Boom!"
"Boom boom boom..."
A thunderous explosion echoed, rupturing a black hole in the void, which quickly repaired itself. A powerful recoil force pushed both figures, causing them to simultaneously be thrown backward.
