"The old man was completely enraged. The eerie expression on his face no longer held the slightest trace of a cold, sinister smile, leaving only boundless freezing menace.
Without another word, he struck directly. Though he looked aged, his speed at that moment was astonishingly swift. In the blink of an eye, his entire figure seemed to dissolve into a wisp of mist, materializing right in front of Moyang and launching a direct palm strike.
Moyang did not retreat. With a cold snort, he abruptly raised his left hand, clenched his fist, and met the attack head-on.
Chapter 617