The gaunt young man's hands flitted about like cat claws, tearing through the air with such ferocity that it seemed as if the very air itself was being ripped apart.
Wu Xiaoshan relied on the Qiankun Eye to narrowly avoid the duo's attacks, but he was gradually becoming overwhelmed.
"Stop!"
Just then, a stern shout suddenly came from outside the door.
Upon hearing this voice, Chen Kaifeng's face instantly changed color.
Immediately, he hurriedly issued orders to his two subordinates.
"Stop at once!"
The middle-aged man and the gaunt youth, who were relentlessly attacking Xiaoshan, stopped their assaults as soon as the command was given.
"What do you think you're doing?"
An aged voice followed from outside the door.
Xiaoshan was visibly startled by this voice, and he turned to look at the doorway with surprise.
Chen Tianxiong, leaning on his walking stick and wearing a face full of anger, thumped his stick on the floor with force.