There was not much time left for him. The old man chose the method that would benefit him the most. He protected the pavilion behind him and did not let it suffer any damage. As for the surrounding houses, he could only compensate them after the incident. If someone died, he would pay more!
He used his internal strength to form a green wall of qi, blocking it in front of him, blocking all the air waves that were coming at him.
When it dissipated, the surroundings were in ruins. Screams sounded. It seemed that some people had died.
In the room on the third floor.
After finishing the second pot of Ten Thousand Years Red, Ning Xue had finished dancing. She had danced for such a long time without stopping to rest. She did not even drink a sip of hot water. She was tired and thirsty, but she did not dare to show it.
Seeing Zhang Ronghua put down his wine glass and stand up from his chair, he heaved a sigh of relief. He was afraid that he would make him jump again.
