"Mr. Ya, make your move!"
Ge Wuning took a heavy kick from Liang Song and shouted loudly.
His age had caught up with him, his Qi and blood weakened significantly. Facing Liang Song, who had the same power but was much younger, his strength was vastly inferior.
"Sigh..."
Ya Army sighed and slowly stood up.
Why not just surrender?
He truly didn't want to fight this friend of over twenty years.
The power of Qi and blood surged within him as Ya Army lightly sent out his right palm. It appeared extremely slow, but in the blink of an eye, it was before Liang Song.
Bang!
A dull explosion sounded in front of Liang Song's chest.
Ya Army felt as if his right palm had struck a thick, iron block-made wall, a terrifying force coming back at him.
He was pushed back several steps.
Crack, crack.
His legs stomped heavily on the wooden floor, creating a hole with each step.
After retreating three steps, he finally stopped.
While on the other side.
