Xu Ruoshen came quickly, and left even faster!
But Su Mo had already been merciful. Otherwise, taking his life with that palm strike would have been as easy as reaching into a bag.
Yet even so, Xu Ruoshen had to tumble several times in mid-air before he narrowly managed to land.
His feet touched the ground, but he couldn't stand steady, retreating three zhang away.
Barely steadying himself, his face was a mask of shock and confusion.
"My apologies."
Su Mo clasped his fists and strode away.
Yang Xiaoyun was certainly full of astonishment, but she followed suit.
Xu Ruoshen wanted to speak, but as soon as he opened his mouth, his face changed, and he instinctively clutched at his chest, feeling oppressive discomfort and a faint sweetness in his throat, a clear sign of having sustained an internal injury.
"What profound Inner Strength! This young master of the Su family is truly not as the outside world speaks of him."