The anger in Ancestor Su's heart was like a raging fire, burning away his last bit of patience. He forced out a sentence, "You overestimate yourself!"
Ancestor Su arrived and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of Xiao Yan. His hands curled up into sharp claws and clawed at his mask.
Sitting firmly in the golden sedan chair, Xiao Yan looked up.
In the next moment, Ancestor Su was sent flying by the terrifying aura around Xiao Yan. He landed heavily and spat out a mouthful of blood.
The sun was shining brightly in the courtyard, and everyone's faces were comical and dull. Their mouths were so wide open that an egg could almost be stuffed in.
"This is impossible!" Ancestor Su jumped up in shock like he was injected with chicken blood. He didn't admit defeat and attacked Xiao Yan once more.
Bang!
Before Ancestor Su could get close to the sedan chair, an invisible spiritual power flicked him away.
