Han Zongwei was shocked. Without a second thought, he hastily conjured a Defensive Barrier in front of himself.
"Ah!" he screamed miserably as he was sent flying backward like a kite with a snapped string, landing heavily against the solid wall.
PFFT! He spat out a mouthful of blood, slumping to the ground like a dead dog.
The other two men were so stupefied they even forgot to attack Long Chen.
SLAP! SLAP!
Suddenly, they felt slaps on their backs. Turning around, they saw Long Chen staring at them with a mirthless smile.
In an instant, fear flashed across their faces, and a chill surged through their hearts. Before they could react, Long Chen blew gently, and both men were sent flying.
"The Power of Thunder?" Han Zongwei's face was filled with disbelief. "How is that possible? You're just a newcomer! How can you possibly wield the Power of Thunder?"
