This attack had cost Zhu Bangbai greatly.
The energy previously gathered by secret methods had been spent more than half. With his all-out effort, he seemed drained, sweating profusely, his delicate body swaying dangerously as if he was about to stumble and fall.
He had exerted too much force.
Of course, it was all worth it; dealing a brutal blow to Zhu Qilan, stripping her and her servant of their clothes and hanging them here, deliberately leaking the news to attract bystanders, making her too ashamed to show her face in public ever again.
Zhu Bangbai's face distorted momentarily out of vindication. His bitter nemesis punished, the barrier to his next level seemed ready to crumble.
Zhu Qilan felt a chill in her heart, sensing the ill intentions. Subconsciously, she rushed in front of Zhu Bangbai, lifting her left hand, scattering icy snowflakes in front of him, as she quickly threw a heavy punch at his chest when his attention was diverted.
