Yan Qingshan had assumed Jiang Xinghai's power merely surpassed his own.
He never imagined that Jiang Xinghai could send Wanyan Hongchao, a Seventh-Grade Great Venerable, flying with a single kick.
'Just how strong is Jiang Xinghai?'
The answer was self-evident.
"Finish off that old bastard, too."
Jiang Xinghai's voice drifted out from the herb garden.
Yan Qingshan's gaze sharpened. Seeing Wanyan Hongchao spitting up blood nonstop after he landed, he felt a surge of excitement.
"Old Wanyan, prepare to die!"
Without a moment's hesitation, Yan Qingshan surged forward and attacked ferociously.
"A starved camel is still bigger than a horse!"
Wanyan Hongchao was a Seventh-Grade Great Venerable. 'How can I let a Fourth-Grade Great Venerable like Yan Qingshan capture me without a fight?'
He cast a long look toward the herb garden, fear showing in his eyes as he turned to face Yan Qingshan.
'So strong!'
Jiang Xinghai had severely injured him with just a single kick.
"Kill!"
