The black-robed figure was instantly startled, every hair on his body standing on end.
He turned his head and saw a young face before him. The corner of the young man's mouth slightly lifted, as if filled with a playful smile.
The way he looked at him, it was as if he was looking at a mere toy!
The black-robed figure felt a surge of anger and turned to throw another punch at Su Chen!
As the punch was thrown, the air made a "hiss" sound, and the temperature around them suddenly rose by several degrees!
But... but..., the punch still hit only the air. Qi Meng, who was not far off, felt her blood and Qi disrupted by the residual True Yuan.
"Too slow!"
A sigh echoed again from behind him.
The black-robed figure whipped his head around, and the young man was already sitting on the sofa, leisurely exhaling a puff of smoke that drifted slowly toward the ceiling...
"How is this possible? How is this possible?"
The black-robed figure murmured, how could he be so fast?
