"Not wide, not wide, come and play!" After Su Chenhong finished speaking, he leaped forward.
The Prince watching from afar cursed softly, then issued an order, "First attempt a three-man joint attack against him. If it doesn't work, leave immediately."
"Yes, Prince." The arrogant middle-aged man said, then forcefully counterattacked with the other two National Martial Arts twelfth-level practitioners.
"Awooo~~~" When Su Chenhong struck, his palms carried a wind that sounded like a dragon's roar. Although his palm technique wasn't fast, it left the three opponents with seemingly nowhere to hide.
"Pa!"
Su Chenhong's palm slammed into the arrogant middle-aged man, causing him to stagger back a few steps. The other two, who were about as strong as Lin Guoyan, could only play a minor role, causing slight troubles for Su Chenhong.
