"The old man was completely enraged. The eerie expression on his face was entirely devoid of any gloomy, chilling smiles, leaving only an endless and bone-chilling coldness.
With those words, he struck immediately. Though he looked aged, his movements at this moment were exceptionally swift. His entire figure seemed to instantly dissolve into a wisp of mist, appearing before Mo Yang in the blink of an eye, and he threw a palm directly at Mo Yang.
Mo Yang did not retreat. With a cold snort, he abruptly raised his left hand, clenched his fist, and met the blow head-on.
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