In the VIP seats.
A three-meter-high wall suddenly broke apart, tumbling upwards and exploding midair into countless fragments.
Fragments fell like rain.
A white figure burst from behind, breaking through the debris and diving down from midair.
Below, Li Chongnan raised her hand and pointed.
Whoosh!!!
An invisible Sword Dragon soared up, rushing towards the white figure.
"Innate Eight Trigrams·Wind Sunder!"
The white figure suddenly paused, revealing the form of Chen Jiahan wearing a black and white mask.
Whoosh!
His body slowly faded, turning out to be just an afterimage, which the Sword Dragon pierced through and dissipated.
In the midst of continuous swooshing sounds.
Chen Jiahan's figure instantly split into three, diving towards Li Chongnan from three different angles.
All three figures struck out simultaneously, their right hands shaped like claws.
"Die!"
"How naive!" Li Chongnan raised her arms high.
