It was clear that Wen Li's physical skills had improved after leveling up.
That kick just now had even made her instinctively try to dodge, forcing Fu Qian to put a little more strength into it.
In the end, Wen Li couldn't escape her fate. With a familiar-looking motion, she flew several meters before crashing heavily to the ground.
A chorus of screams erupted at once.
After delivering that kick, Fu Qian didn't hesitate to step diagonally aside under the terrified gazes of the crowd.
Crack!
A sound like someone crushing walnuts rang out ahead.
Red-and-white flowers bloomed one after another, and blood mist burst everywhere in an unending spray.
Yuan Shan had really called it—something had indeed happened here.
Fu Qian sighed inwardly.
By now, the room had descended into chaos.
Although most of the people at the banquet were extraordinary, there were so many guests that quite a few ordinary dignitaries were among them.
Faced with a scene that was practically a terrorist attack, the room filled with screams as the crowd scattered in every direction.
Amid the chaos, Fu Qian remained where he was and looked toward the source of the sound. His gaze quickly settled on a middle-aged man.
He had a receding hairline and was a little on the heavy side. Judging by his presence, he seemed like an ordinary person, and at that moment he was hurrying out with the crowd.
His expression looked panicked, but his pace was unhurried. This man didn't seem to be genuinely afraid.
As for his ordinary presence, Fu Qian himself was wearing something that could conceal his aura. That alone was enough to keep the man under suspicion.
Fu Qian was wondering how to follow him when he noticed someone standing in his way.
The young man looked