With that punch, Priest Wang spat out fresh blood, retreating step by step.
Lu Kun gritted his teeth; if Priest Wang lost, he was pretty much done for as well.
"Priest Wang, don't forget why we came here," Lu Kun reminded.
Priest Wang's expression was cold and indifferent. At this moment, he was closer to the Wang Family's ancestral grave than Zhang Xiaomeng, and his gaze intensified. Suddenly, he erupted towards the grave beside him, and a palm strike descended.
"Grandma!" Wang Yuyan exclaimed, her mind going blank.
Priest Wang's hand had already fallen. With his palm strength, this strike was enough to obliterate Wang Yuyan's grandmother's ancestral grave.
However, just then, Zhang Xiaomeng blocked that hand at an extremely fast speed, forcefully withstanding the blow.
A look of disbelief flickered in Priest Wang's eyes.
