With Old Feng's sinister words hitting the ground, he immediately took off, charging towards the vigorous middle-aged man in an instant.
His forward momentum was terrifying, not holding back in the slightest, clearly intent on subduing the middle-aged man in one fell swoop.
His onslaught was even more fierce than when he clashed with Chen Anding, giving the illusion of a mountain bearing down upon his foe.
It seemed as though his strike was bound to be successful.
At this moment, the vigorous middle-aged man made his move too.
He seemed to have caught on to Old Feng's intentions, his eyes narrowing instantly.
Then, bending his legs slightly, he squatted down, standing still, not moving an inch.
He looked like an unmovable ancient pine, but upon closer inspection, he resembled an imposing mountain.
His posture suggested that even if Mount Tai were to collapse in front of him, he seemed capable of withstanding it.
