"Ah! Damn it, you bastard, I, Feng Yitian, if I do not kill you today, I swear I'm not human!"
Feng Yitian's eyes were nearly popping out as he screamed frantically and ferociously.
His rage, his grievance, his hatred, his misery—he wanted to crush Chu Mo into pieces!
Rage wildly fermented in his heart.
Then, his expression turned exceedingly blood-red, staring dead at Chu Mo with boundless murderous intent.
The pain of losing his son and grandson drove him insane, making him recklessly charge towards Chu Mo.
"Mountain Breaking Fist, Tenth Level!"
With a loud shout, Feng Yitian's withered figure flashed like lightning, arriving in a blink.
That speed, that power, simply terrifying.
Yet, Chu Mo's face remained utterly calm.
Boom, boom, boom!
Feng Yitian's fists recklessly smashed through the air, bringing a series of lingering shadows and gusts of wind.
His fists, like the scorching sun, like a startling moon, possessed boundless power.