"Surrender without a fight?"
Ning Wangshu sneered, looking at the other person with the gaze of an utter fool, and then said contemptuously, "Fine, I am standing right here. Let us see if you have the ability to take me down!"
"Arrogant!"
The middle-aged man flew into a state of shock and anger. "You mere brash youngster, you still dare to act so presumptuously before me. You simply do not know the immensity of heaven and earth!"
"Since that is the case, I shall take you down right now and see how much longer you can run your mouth!"
The man let out a fierce, murderous roar.
He immediately pounced toward Ning Wangshu with incredible ferocity, just like a fierce tiger descending the mountain!
He reached out his right hand, thick Primal Qi bursting forth. Like an eagle's claw, it instantly tore through the air, emitting a deep whistling sound like tearing silk...
At that moment, Ren Junyou wore a sneer. "Uncle Kuan is an expert at the sixth level of the Forming Yuan Stage. Even though this brat could send a third-level Xiantian figure flying with a single slap from afar, he is undoubtedly at the Forming Yuan Stage himself. But in front of Uncle Kuan, he probably still falls far short!"
However, the scene that followed left Ren Junyou gaping in utter astonishment.
He saw the middle-aged man grab fiercely toward Ning Wangshu's shoulder, but when he was still a full several feet away from Ning Wangshu, his outstretched claws seemed to encounter an invisible barrier, abruptly producing a dull thud.
Immediately afterward, the middle-aged man was actually bounced away on the spot, his feet stumbling backward "thud, thud, thud" for at least seven or eight steps before he finally managed to steady himself.
"W-What!?"
Seeing this, Ren