Xu Ruoshen came and left even faster!
Su Mo had already shown mercy. Otherwise, this palm strike would have taken his life.
But even so, Xu Ruoshen tumbled several times in the air before landing on the ground.
His feet touched the ground, but he could not stand steadily. He could only retreat for another thirty feet.
With great difficulty, he managed to stabilize himself. His face was filled with bewilderment.
"Excuse me."
Su Mo cupped his fists and left.
Yang Xiaoyun's face was full of shock, but she followed suit.
Xu Ruoshen still wanted to speak, but when he opened his mouth, his expression changed, and he subconsciously covered his chest. He felt pain in the chest, and his throat started to feel sweet. He had suffered internal injuries.
"What a strong inner force! This young master of the Su family is indeed different from the rumors."
