Yu Zhaohe let out a cold laugh and said with contempt, "Overestimating yourself."
"Boom!"
Their fist and palm collided head‑on. A terrifying storm swept out, and the flagstones on the ground directly exploded into fragments.
Li Ran gave a muffled groan and was flung backward. With a bang, the ground under his feet exploded under the impact, spiderweb cracks spreading out.
Yu Zhaohe merely swayed a little, looking at Li Ran with utter disdain. "The gap in Cultivation—how could you make it up just by fighting with your life on the line?"
Li Ran's gaze was ice‑cold. "A son's murder must be avenged. Even if I, Li, am not your match, I must at least try. Even when I go down below, I'll still have the face to see my child who was killed by your Sword Sect."
"Then go down and see your child." Murderous intent flashed in Yu Zhaohe's eyes as he charged straight at Li Ran.
