The buzzing in his brain had not subsided when a loud laughter filled Zhu Bufan's consciousness.
Zhu Bufan was only at the early stage of the First Rank and had spent all his time on cultivating his Inner Qi, leaving no spare time to learn Martial Arts. This was actually his first time exchanging blows with someone, relying solely on his own reactions.
Compared to him, Zhu Wuchang was already at the peak of the First Rank, and he had started to practice Martial Arts. Although it hadn't been long, he had already grasped the basic strength and techniques.
Amid the roaring laughter, Zhu Bufan remained unusually calm, so calm that he couldn't hear any sound. In this moment, his spirit strangely matched up; the positions of everyone from the Zhu Family were imprinted in his mind. Seizing a gap, he lunged like a predatory wolf towards Zhu Wuchang's waist.
