Xu Yang's gaze turned cold. His body tensed, and his bones let out a series of sharp CRACKS as his dormant Gang Qi began to stir.
"You want a fight? I'll give you one!"
But Jiang Fan was a step faster. He strode forward, shielding Xu Yang, and threw out a palm strike.
BANG!
The two palms collided with a muffled thud, like iron striking iron. Both Li Chuyang and Jiang Fan shuddered, their joints roaring as they were forced back. A turbulent wave of Force swept out from the impact.
The expressions on Xu Yang and Jiang Yan's faces changed drastically. Zhang Yong hadn't even reached the Marrow Cleansing stage of Cultivation, and he was standing so close. If that shockwave hit him, he would be severely injured, if not killed outright.
Zhang Yong's face was already pale with despair. He could only watch helplessly as the roiling Force swept toward him, the terrifying pressure rendering him unable to even move.
