It was anticipated by everyone that Wang Chen would make a move, especially considering his current demeanor was completely different from his earlier idle talk.
With one strike released, Chen Muxue's grip on the iron pot involuntarily tightened, feeling that she might not be able to fend off this blow.
She shielded a few children, instinctively closing her eyes tightly, as the spiritual energy in the air seemed to twist from the strike, yet even before it landed, the oppressive force was already suffocating!
However, she waited for a long while but did not feel the strike come down.
Chen Muxue slowly opened her eyes to see Cen Lizhui standing before them, the powerful spiritual energy having long since blown off his wide-brimmed hat, with his three thousand strands of blue hair fluttering in the wind. As though surrounded by a circle, the array spell diffused around them, dropping faint moon-white light spots, making it seem as if they were in another world.
