To avoid this strike, one can only retreat, and behind is the door of the Daoist temple.
For ordinary people, they would have been scared half to death by this punch and retreated early, but Yang Xiao is not an ordinary person. Instead of being frightened, he is delighted because he sees an opportunity in this punch.
This punch is particularly strange, not only in angle but also not fast in speed. It feels less like it's meant to kill, and more like... it wants to force him back.
Exactly, that's it!
"These guys don't dare to kill me!" Yang Xiao immediately realized this fact.
To test this hypothesis, Yang Xiao made a decision that defies ancestral teachings; instead of retreating, he advanced and even deliberately leaned his head toward the opponent's fist.
This was a risky gamble, a matter of life and death. The fist brushed past Yang Xiao's face, the wind from the punch stinging his cheek, yet the punch... missed!
