Bang!
Su Heng's left hand thrust forward, firmly grasping.
A gray-white cloud of gas exploded between them, spreading outward and forming a ring.
"I haven't agreed yet. You, a man over a hundred and forty years old, launching a surprise attack, isn't that somewhat lacking in martial morality?" Su Heng said seriously.
"Surprise attacks are the true essence of overcoming the strong by the weak!" Li Daoxuan laughed loudly, "It is also a part of my martial path."
Boom!
As soon as his voice fell,
his body swelled bit by bit, muscles on his arms bulging, sprouting a mass of black hair.
The strength in his body surged several times over in an instant.
Caught off guard, Su Heng, weighing thousands of pounds, was sent flying directly.
With a thunderous noise, the dusky yellow earthen building behind him collapsed thunderously into ruins, the billowing dust obscuring the morning sunlight.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Dull, oppressive sounds of impact came from within the smoke.