The corner of Zhang Chulan's mouth twitched. He had just felt a certain heat churning in his abdomen.
He had nearly gotten a hard-on.
Luckily, the chastity seal his grandfather had inscribed would not allow that to happen. Though the seal was a restriction, it was also a protection.
He had a high resistance to this sort of charm ability.
The instant Zhang Lingyu heard the sound, he acted without hesitation. Golden light surged from his body, and he charged into the house like a sword drawn from its sheath.
Zhang Chulan grinned viciously. Throwing his weight around, bullying the weak and fearing the strong-he loved this sort of thing most.
Lightning erupted around him as he followed close behind.
The two of them smashed through the wooden door almost simultaneously.
As splinters flew, a long, slender hand suddenly reached out of the darkness, fingers spread, its palm bearing down with an overwhelming, unfathomable force.
It struck straight at Zhang Lingyu, who was in front.
Zhang Lingyu instinctively twisted aside to avoid the danger. The palm swept past the edge of his clothes, and the wind from the strike slammed into the doorframe, making the entire wall shudder.
Wood shavings and dust drifted down from the overhead beam.
Zhang Chulan darted out from behind Zhang Lingyu, grinning as he raised his hand and thrust out a palm. Me, avoid your attack?
He wanted to test just how strong he was now.
The man opposite him looked startled, then sneered and struck with another palm, fierce wind howling around it.
Their palms suddenly collided. A muffled boom erupted in the cramped room, and the compressed air gave a piercing shriek.
The blast swept dust off the floor, forming a visible shock wave that spread in all directions.
Zhang Chulan did not