As soon as his voice trailed off, he stepped forward, pushing through the elbow of the person before him and prepped to meet the charge.
"Demonic Path! Grandfather is here!"
Duan Yingshou bellowed once more, stepping back before leaning backward, one hand grabbing the ground while his leg transformed into a whip-kick, with his toes jabbing heavily into Song Yin's temple.
Boom!!
A sound resonant as striking a bell spread out, and Duan Yingshou winced, finding his leg numb, an all too familiar feeling of a mortal encountering steel, incomparably hard.
Is this really a human?!
Aghast filled Duan Yingshou's heart.
Even Demonic Path practitioners, though they worship demons as lords, should not be beyond the scope of mortals!
After all, they reside in The Mortal Realm, not on the level of the Supreme Golden Elixir.
Song Yin stumbled from that kick, halting in place, his gaze lowered to observe the man before him.
