Tuoba Yangyu thrust a finger forward. Lin Hao tried to retreat but found himself trapped by a strange, restrictive power.
It only lasted for a moment, but in that instant, Tuoba Yangyu's finger was already upon him.
Despite Lin Hao using an Emperor Art, the force of that single finger sent him flying backward.
PTOO!
Blood arced through the air.
Having landed his strike, Tuoba Yangyu did not give chase. He stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his icy gaze fixed on Lin Hao.
He was supremely confident, his disdainful gaze making it clear that he didn't see Lin Hao as a threat in the slightest.
As he flew backward, just before landing, Lin Hao slapped the ground and flipped through the air, landing perfectly on his feet opposite Tuoba Yangyu.
Now, at least a hundred meters separated them.
A single finger from Tuoba Yangyu had sent Lin Hao flying such a distance. One could only imagine his terrifying power.
Lin Hao's expression was incredibly grave.
