In mid-air, an intensely battle-driven Ye Xiong, upon hearing the words of the two, couldn't help but burst into loud laughter and exclaimed, "Well spoken, Wudang!"
"Well spoken, the reputable and orthodox faction!"
"To dare to do what they do not dare to admit, lacking even this much responsibility, since this is the case, today I shall turn Wudang into a river of blood to seek justice for my son!"
As his words ended, Ye Xiong's aura soared in an instant, his eyes filled with endless murderous intent and rage.
"Wing Chun Eight Fists, Burial Spring!"
A roar of fury!
In mid-air, Ye Xiong's fist thundered towards the two approaching men.
At that moment, the entirety of the sky was enveloped in a desolate and lonely aura.
A terrifyingly powerful Fist Aura, carrying the scent of death, swept towards the Wudang Great Elder and Second Elder.
The two men, facing the brunt of Ye Xiong's fist, couldn't help but feel a surge of shock in their hearts.
"Damn it!"
