Fan Wu kicked out nonchalantly and sent a courtesan who was pouncing towards him flying backward at an even greater speed, smashing through several square tables in succession.
A huge shoe print caved in her chest, from which a copious amount of Yin Energy began to overflow, making her look like a deflated ball, utterly listless.
The Malevolent Ghosts within the corpses felt as though they were on the brink of falling apart, as if they would be scattered to the winds the next second.
Immediately after, Fan Wu picked up a solid wood table with one hand, a table that seemed to weigh several hundred to a thousand pounds...
In his hand, it was as light as a toy, which he wielded effortlessly.
As Fan Wu swung the table.
One after another, silhouettes flew about like tennis balls being swatted, charging at him with fierce determination before scattering in all directions in a tangle of limbs.
Obviously, it wasn't their own will that sent them flying, but the forceful Fan Wu.
