"Bang!"
A figure flew sideways, crashing through the wall and landed on the ground.
It was Linghu An!
And Grandmaster Wang, Wang Huyang...
"Cough, cough!"
He lightly raised his hand, coughed softly, his expression changing back and forth, finally sighing helplessly:
"In the end, I'm still old."
"Each generation brings forth new talents to replace the old."
"Poof!"
A sword mark appeared on Grandmaster Wang, Wang Huyang, like opening a breach, his energy rapidly dissipating.
In the blink of an eye.
Like duckweed in the wind, fading away completely.
"Bang!"
The corpse fell to the ground.
"As expected."
From a distance.
Linghu An stood up from the rubble, gently dusted off his clothes, and said calmly:
"Mr. Wang Sr. was bedridden for many years, his strength no longer what it used to be, now only using secret techniques to lock his energy. Once broken, he would die on the spot."
Fang Zheng nodded.
