Zhang Yang felt a gust of wind rushing towards his face, his pupils contracted, "This old man is so fast."
Zhang Yang barely dodged the venomous strike and cursed, "Old bastard, you'd even go all out against your own grandson?"
"Good grandson, Grandpa actually wants to hug you too, but you refuse."
"If you surrender, Grandpa will surely have a good chat about family with you."
Zhang Yang, extremely angry, laughed instead. Nine Revolutions Energy condensed at his fingertips, forming a pale golden vortex in his palm.
This was a power he gained only after breaking through the Seventh Turn, with the energy operating alongside subtle lightning patterns, crackling continuously.
The old man missed the strike but did not pursue, merely stroking his beard and smirking coldly.
"Those who achieve great things don't mind small details. Once you help me complete the Ninth Turn, you'll naturally understand Grandpa's good intentions."
