"Really?"
Zhuge Xiang laughed aloud.
No sooner had his voice faded than his figure flashed into an afterimage; when he reappeared, he was already standing in front of Tai Shan.
"You..."
Thump!
Before Tai Shan could finish speaking, he had already suffered a heavy blow to his chest.
Zhuge Xiang, with the strength of a Heavenly Monarch, didn't even need to harness his Qi Force or the powers of heaven and earth; the force of this punch alone far exceeded a thousand jin!
Tai Shan, nearly two meters in height, was sent flying backward like an arrow released from the string.
Everywhere he passed, the tables and chairs in the banquet hall were shattered by his burly body.
In the depths of the banquet hall, the middle-aged foreigner's expression changed, and he immediately dodged to one side.
Thump!
This dull sound was that of Tai Shan's body heavily crashing against the wall at the back of the banquet hall.
