"Hey…"
Cha Da and Cha Er both let out a strange cry as they simultaneously threw punches. They shook their arms, their hands moving like dragons, aiming straight for Su Hang's throat and solar plexus with ferocious and malicious attacks.
"Below a renowned name, there is no simple warrior. That kid is done for," Chen Tianjiao's face brightened with an even more splendid smile.
"Sky-Splitting Axe!"
As Su Hang advanced, he "swooshed" his palms down twice in what seemed to be ordinary strikes, yet they made Cha Da and Cha Er retreat several steps to stabilize themselves.
Their hands hung down as they shivered uncontrollably, their complexions turning pale.
"Violence Value +12!"
"Violence Value +12!"
"Retreat!" Realizing the terrifying strength of Su Hang, the two men grabbed Qiao Ping and turned to flee.
With a cold grunt, Su Hang pulled out the Jingu Bang and took chase, slashing down with the staff, a fierce wind suddenly arose, and the air screeched.
