"Your young gang leader is waiting for you in the underworld!"
Xu Yang had been gathering strength for a long time. Now both palms slammed forward together, the surging True Qi battering the air with a muffled roar, like raging waves crashing against the shore.
Zhang Sishui's pupils contracted violently, his face filled with horror. He had never imagined that the person before him wasn't Xu Zheng, but a skilled fighter who had come to kill him.
He wanted to counterattack, to defend himself, but he had been too concerned about his son's situation and had pulled the man close in front of him. Only when the distance was too short did he realize something was wrong. His opponent's palms were already inches away. He could only retreat to open some distance while frantically channeling True Qi into his chest.
But it was already too late. He had barely begun to move when two palms carrying tremendous force slammed into his chest.
"Bang!"
"Crack!"
Accompanied by the crisp sound of breaking bones, Zhang Sishui was struck as if by lightning. His eyes bulged, blood vessels filling them in an instant.
"Pfft!"
The force of the collision surged outward, and his nightclothes burst apart. His strong, muscular chest had caved in, with two unmistakable palm prints stamped into it.
Lao Wu, standing closest, let out a scream and was sent flying by the shockwave.
"Primordial Force—"
Zhang Sishui coughed up a mouthful of blood, his voice trembling with terror.
Even in a direct confrontation, he wouldn't have been a match for an expert who had comprehended Primordial Force. Yet the man had shamelessly ambushed him, crushing his breastbone and rupturing his internal organs with a single move.
With injuries this severe, even if his opponent didn't finish him off, he wouldn't