"Jiang Shi, you little rascal, stay here for me!"
Kong Futian roared angrily, his eyes blazing with fury, as he struck out repeatedly with his palms, turning the entire Kong Family Ancestral Mansion into a devastated scene.
Yet Jiang Shi was like a slippery eel, not pausing for an instant, dodging swiftly under the terrifying power of his palms. Although several times he was sent flying by the shockwaves of the palm strikes, such injuries seemed to have no effect on Jiang Shi at all.
To capture Jiang Shi, Kong Futian did not hesitate to use various powerful means, even employing a spiritual secret technique, but even this technique was ineffective against Jiang Shi.
Whether it was an illusion attack or a spiritual attack, hitting Jiang Shi felt like a mud cow entering the sea, with no response.
A while passed.
