Zhan Luan attacked Su Mo without any warning. This punch was powerful and heavy, containing no mystic power—only pure physical strength.
It was a simple punch without any flourish, yet its force could shake heaven and earth as it struck straight at Su Mo's head.
Su Mo had not expected Zhan Luan to attack so suddenly. Seeing the other man's fist about to smash into his head, he could only hastily raise both arms to block before his brow.
Boom!
Zhan Luan's iron fist instantly slammed into Su Mo's arms. With a thunderous boom, the mystic power within Su Mo's arms was directly scattered.
Whoosh!
Su Mo felt as though he had been struck by a mountain. His body shook violently, and he shot backward like a cannonball. Only after flying more than two hundred li did he finally steady himself.
"Courting death!"
Su Mo's face turned livid. His arms trembled violently, and the bones in them had nearly been shattered by that blow!
If the other man had not attacked so abruptly, how could he have been reduced to such a sorry state?
In an instant, killing intent surged within Su Mo.
Everyone who saw this was secretly alarmed. Zhan Luan truly lived up to his name—the number one figure on the Ten Thousand Venerables Ranking was indeed forceful and domineering.
Under Zhan Luan's overwhelming pressure, even if Su Mo did not wish to fight, he had no choice but to do so!
Many people were excited, secretly wondering who would prove stronger if Su Mo fought Zhan Luan.
Although Su Mo had clearly been at a disadvantage in that exchange, no one was foolish. They knew Su Mo had been caught off guard, which was why he had been so disheveled.
Still, in everyone's eyes, if the two