Huo Dali crashed through the window frame like a raging bull, destroying the makeshift trap of bamboo poles and iron nails as if it were nothing.
The saying "One strength crushes ten techniques" is apt—once power reaches a certain level, all schemes and tricks become laughable.
At first, during the chase, he held back slightly, worried that they might be allies who mistakenly stumbled into each other. But the other party kept using underhanded methods like scattering lime and digging traps, completely igniting his fury.
Now he had driven this rat to a dead end.
The masked man in black leaned against the wall, panting heavily as he stared at the figure before him—an imposing hulk that seemed like a ghost or demon.
"Friend, the Jianghu World is vast, mountains don't move but water does. Why push things to the extreme?"
Seeing no way out, the man in black was forced to beg for mercy.
