Just the sound of swish, swish, swish, a series of muffled grunts echoed out.
These tiny petals, wrapped with an incredibly powerful force, swept across all directions.
Any single small petal could pierce through the body directly, yet its momentum did not stop there.
Blood dyed the petals red, splattering against the walls, the ground, the eaves, on the bodies of those nearby.
Since the wind had already passed, there had to be some rain.
But today's rain was somewhat red!
The plum blossom turned to frost, blood became rain.
Those who watched couldn't help but feel their eyes were about to burst.
Qi Dingtian and Song Jiangshen didn't say a word, stepping forward to block in front of Gao Guiyuan, their sleeves fluttering to intercept the 'petal' assault.
Mei Xuesong's face was gloom, turning his form, using Mei Hua Ding's attack to press straight toward Su Mo.
Punch wind wrapped dark spikes.
A snap sound was heard.
The fist had already landed in Su Mo's palm.
