"Heavens, it's about to hit."
The fierce wind swept by, causing their clothes to flutter loudly. With a cold expression, Lin Youran suddenly cracked a smile, and his right palm, hanging by his side, struck Wang Jingfeng's chest mercilessly, putting him in a dire situation with a slim chance of survival.
Both energies hit simultaneously, followed by two muffled groans. With great force, both men were repelled, retreating several steps before barely steadying themselves.
Zhiyan couldn't help but sigh internally at such a reckless duel—it seemed like these two really had ignored her presence.
Well then, since they were so kind, she would gladly sit back and reap the benefits like a fisherman.
"Again!" Lin Youran spat out a mouthful of fresh blood fiercely and charged forward once more.
"Hmph." Wang Jingfeng snorted coldly and met him head-on as well.
