Wei Wankong's face was twisted in anger.
He had two sons. Wei Lin, the younger son, had become a waste three months ago when Su Mo destroyed his elixir field.
Now, Wei Rufeng, his talented elder son, whom he had great expectations for, also lost his cultivation because of Su Mo.
How could he not lose his mind?
Wei Wankong's eyes turned red, and he intended to kill Su Mo in one move.
His huge palm print, coupled with intense killing desire, rushed toward Su Mo.
Su Mo felt trapped by the overbearing momentum of the palm print, so he could not dodge it.
Wei Wankong's cultivation was the Peak Lv 4 Spiritual Martial Realm, so he was more than ten times stronger than Su Mo.
Just before the palm print struck Su Mo, Su Hong flew into the fighting ring and stood before him.
"Wei Wankong, you're asking to die!" yelled Su Hong angrily.