Fu Jiuyou witnessed this scene and couldn't help but roar in rage. Naturally, he could not tolerate his son and grandson suffering such torment.
"I'll kill you, ahh!"
Amidst the roar, incredibly strong power burst forth from Fu Jiuyou's body yet again, lifting Yang Jing's Battle Axe that was pressing down on his shoulder and slowly rising to his feet.
Fu Jiuyou's eyes glimmered with menacing ferocity as a horrifying aura released; after all, he was the Hero who had reigned over Tianhe for decades. Even in his old age, he still possessed a Power beyond ordinary men.
However, Yang Jing just sneered in disdain.
With just a slight effort from his arm, he immediately applied an unimaginable force to the giant axe, and with a booming sound, Fu Jiuyou once again fell to his knees, unable to struggle up.
"An old decrepit fool dares to rage before me?" Yang Jing coldly laughed. "Tired of living, are you?"
