His move was a killing stroke, without an ounce of reservation.
Clearly, he was deeply wary of the man before him, the Second Dragon Head of the Qinglong Association, Fang Longxiang.
Yet, he still underestimated the strength of the person before him.
Of the three opponents, only the half-white-haired elder was able to move. Facing Yan Sannu's fierce claws, he simply placed his hands behind his back, allowing the attack directed at his chest, his eyes visible through his mask filled with disdain and mockery.
Yan Sannu, of course, noticed the elder's expression, and a surge of anger rose in his chest. His claws became even more lethal as they directly struck the elder's chest.
Thud...
A muffled grunt was heard, as the elder's body was slashed by Yan Sannu's knife-like claws. Not only was there no damage, but he also did not move an inch.
