"Boom!"
At the south gate of the Great Chu Imperial City, a thunderous sound erupted.
Countless steeds neighed, rearing up.
Sitting cross-legged on the ground, Lin Yu suddenly opened his eyes, thrust out his fist, and collided with a punch from the little fellow in front of him. He grunted, taking a step back.
Elsewhere.
Duan Zhao fared much worse, being blown backwards a dozen yards by the formidable burst of energy. His toes tapped the ground several times before he finally managed to retreat back into the compartment of the rapidly approaching carriage.
