Yu Jiayong sensed Chen Ziyang's intent to kill and without any further hesitation, he made his move.
However, how could his speed possibly surpass that of Chen Ziyang?
Moreover, Chen Ziyang had been prepared all along and never gave him the chance for a surprise attack.
In the instant that Yu Jiayong charged forward, Chen Ziyang struck out with his palm!
Yu Jiayong felt the enormous force contained in that palm and hurriedly twisted his body to dodge.
But Chen Ziyang didn't give him any chance to catch his breath and immediately followed up.
Bang!
Yu Jiayong's back was hit, and at once, he felt his blood churning inside, as if boiling over.
"Puhh!"
A spurt of fresh blood sprayed out of Yu Jiayong's mouth.
The airborne Yu Jiayong had no opportunity to resist anew, instead, he found himself not far from the window.
At that point, he could no longer afford to worry about losing face.
His strength was far inferior to that of Chen Ziyang.
