Not far away, Xu Yaoyao's complexion turned three shades paler, "Grandfather, what should we do?"
Xu Zhenxiong's face was a complex mix of emotions as he shook his head, "No one can save him. All the people here combined are no match for Wu Yunyang with just one move!"
Xu Yaoyao fell silent, her face growing even paler as she bit down hard on her silver teeth, her beautiful eyes dimming significantly.
At the same time, Su Chen laughed, "Old man, I'm in the prime of my life, I don't want to die. Last words? Last wishes? This joke isn't funny!"
"Next, I'll make another move, and I want to make it very clear to you—if your fist dares to come at me again, then you will lose your fist, your arm, and even your life!" Wu Yunyang said coldly.
Accompanied by his chilly voice, it was clearly visible that Wu Yunyang's right hand was vibrating and swirling at a speed of thousands of times in an instant, with an aura that was strange, oppressive, and extremely concentrated.