Without another word, and before Xue Zhanhu could react, Wu Liangchen had already lunged forward to attack.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
Accompanied by a series of explosive cracks, Xue Zhanhu was beaten back relentlessly, barely able to retaliate.
This scene also caused Tian Yushi, who was watching from a distance, to frown deeply.
She hadn't expected Wu Liangchen to so easily tear apart the dreamscape she had meticulously woven, while also being able to completely dominate Xue Zhanhu in a contest of pure strength.
After a moment's hesitation, she lowered her head. When she looked up again, her eyes were filled with a frenzied, almost maniacal excitement.
In the next instant, as Wu Liangchen threw a punch toward Xue Zhanhu's throat, he suddenly discovered the man before him disintegrating into countless flower petals.
Stirred by the force of his punch, the petals scattered before converging in mid-air into a single stream, hurtling toward Wu Liangchen with cold, murderous intent.
