BANG!!!
What level of strength does Di Qiong possess? With just one punch—not even using her true form—a terrifying force swept through. There was no way Wang Daolin could evade it.
Her fist smashed into Wang Daolin, and he didn't even have time to resist or be sent flying—he was directly reduced to a mist of blood.
Even his Divine Soul had no chance to escape.
The disparity in strength was overwhelmingly massive.
It was akin to an elephant crushing an ant underfoot.
The tavern hall descended into deathly silence.
No sound for a long while.
The few people from Tianshan Mangzong were so scared their legs went weak. To them, the Great Elder Wang Daolin represented a pinnacle of power, yet the result...
Simo Hao's expression grew grim!
He wasn't a match for Di Qiong—not even close. The moment she struck, the difference was clear to him.
"Speak. Tell me what I want to know," Su Chen said in the next instant.
Simo Hao remained silent.
