The elder braced himself with his right hand on the ground, and with a kick to Ling Tianyu's chest, the whole person was sent retreating several steps back, even a trickle of blood running down the corner of his mouth, dripping onto the floor.
"Good, very good!" Duan Pengcheng and his son, with tears brimming in excitement, deemed it a true honor for their Duan Family to have such a powerful worship. Indeed, as a worship, the elder's strength was formidable, leaving Ling Tianyu utterly powerless to fight back.
Blood had been drawn, let's see how long he can hold on now.
The elder stood up, looked at Ling Tianyu whom he had kicked, and sneered before throwing out another olive branch.