The silver-haired elder's expression changed, and he immediately stopped his attack.
But the punch still landed on Wu Jiang's body.
Thud!
Wu Jiang spat out a mouthful of blood with a scream, flying out sideways.
The silver-haired elder was furious.
"Kid, you're asking for death!"
The silver-haired elder, consumed by anger, threw a punch with unparalleled might, his powerful Gang Jin strong enough to split mountains and break stones.
Yet Zhou Yu remained calm and unhurried, casually striking out with his palm.
The silver-haired elder's fist instantly hit the center of Zhou Yu's palm.
A sinister smile flashed across his eyes.
He was confident that this punch would turn Zhou Yu into mincemeat.
However, the next moment, his pupils shrank sharply.
Because his swift and fierce punch was caught by Zhou Yu's casual palm.
Before he could react, a terrifying surge of True Qi gushed from Zhou Yu's palm.
Bang!
