Deng! Deng! Deng!
Yan Anlong landed on the ground, then took three more steps back.
He barely stabilized his stance.
Two deep rows of footprints appeared on the ground of the alley.
The face of this Yan Family ancestor turned a purplish-black, with veins bulging on his forehead. His gray beard was stained with bright red blood, looking extraordinarily shocking.
"Good! Good! Good!"
Yan Anlong laughed in extreme anger, his lion-like eyes filled with a violent, bloodthirsty look.
The serious injury he had just suffered not only did not make him bow down and surrender but instead stirred the murderous intent buried deep in his bloodline.
Spitting out a clot of blood, this Yan Family ancestor suddenly raised his arms.
Chila!
Both sleeves instantly shattered, revealing a pair of muscular, robust arms.
