Grandfather and Grandson's Reunion

Meng Yu was stunned. Grandson?

This familiar voice reminded Meng Yu of his grandfather, whom he had only met a few times.

"You still want to escape?" The armored figure's lips curled into a sneer. How could a mere Third Tribulation Eminence possibly resist?

He immediately struck out with his palm, hoping to freeze Meng Yu completely. But halfway through the strike, the armored figure's eyes widened. He had already lost consciousness, and the might of the strike dissipated.

Meng Yu fled in fright as he used his sword technique to defend himself. Sword beams shielded his surroundings.

"Eh?" Meng Yu realized that, although the palm strike's might seemed terrifying, it had completely dissipated. Only a tiny portion of it affected him, allowing him to withstand it easily. Following that, he saw the armored figure fall to the ground with a thud.

The armored figure remained motionless, no longer breathing.