"Don't worry. Our bloodline is all a hideous mess now and no longer as powerful as before. Feel free to use whatever tricks you have. Otherwise, you'll be the one regretting it." The old man surnamed Ma was not afraid at all.
He took a step forward and changed into another boxing posture. With a low roar, golden monkey hair grew out of his palms, arms, and neck, bristling like steel needles and glinting gold.
Layers of airflow visible to the n***d eye swirled around his body. A powerful aura radiated in all directions. The light was distorted and space began to shake as if it were a piece of paper.
The old man surnamed Ma punched again.
Each of his punches came out rather slowly.
The others saw clearly that his fists broke through the air, and layers of airflow were disturbed. Althoug
