"Don't worry. Our bloodline is all a hideous mess now and no longer as powerful as before. Feel free to use whatever tricks you have. Otherwise, you'll be the one regretting it." The old man surnamed Ma was not afraid at all.

He took a step forward and changed into another boxing posture. With a low roar, golden monkey hair grew out of his palms, arms, and neck, bristling like steel needles and glinting gold.

Layers of airflow visible to the naked eye swirled around ...