The moment he finished speaking, Wu Liangchen leaped into the air, clenching his palm into a fist and blasting it forward.
A distance of over twenty meters was practically nonexistent to the current Wu Liangchen.
The fist appeared before Situ Hao in an instant.
As the fist grew larger in his vision, a rare look of alarm crossed Situ Hao's face. Still, he immediately grit his teeth and forced himself to raise his palms to meet it.
BOOM!
Another deafening crash followed, and a figure was sent flying backward, smashing through several grave mounds before disappearing into a large tomb, all sound ceasing.
Wu Liangchen landed on the ground and slowly walked over.
Most of these collapsed grave mounds were old and in disrepair, revealing the rotten, thin-walled coffins within.
Some had even broken open completely, exposing the stark white bones inside.
