"..." Zhao Yufan raised a hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his expression shifting unpredictably as he stared at the unhurried enemy in the distance.
He had been sent flying by a single palm strike just now, and he was deeply shaken.
At this moment, Zhao Yufan had gained a relatively clear understanding of the gap between their strength. The thought of fleeing quietly rose in his heart.
"Damn it, third-tier Cultivators aren't cabbages. How did I run into two of them as soon as I got here..."
"Whoosh..."
Everyone suddenly fell silent, and the scene grew somewhat quiet. Only the rustling of flowers, grass, and trees along the shore as the sea breeze swept through them rang out clearly.
"Die."
Zhao Yufan suddenly raised a hand. The weapon that had fallen to the ground earlier immediately flew up and spun toward the calm-faced Su Chen.
Everyone present saw Zhao Yufan attack and assumed another fierce battle was about to erupt.
Yet no one had expected that while Zhao Yufan controlled the weapon to strike at Su Chen, he would actually turn and flee.
As it turned out, Zhao Yufan had never intended to fight another fierce battle. He controlled the weapon to attack Su Chen only to buy himself time to escape.
"Heh..." Su Chen smiled faintly. His raised right hand clenched into a fist, and he punched toward the incoming weapon.
"Boom."
A deafening explosion rang out. The incomparably sturdy spirit artifact was actually shattered by a single punch from Su Chen.
Zhao Yufan, who was fleeing, glanced back, and his mind was immediately shaken to its core.
He knew exactly how sturdy his weapon was. Yet it had been smashed apart by a single punch from his enemy. It went without saying