395 Great Helpers

"Hey! Hey! You can't do this…" Hao Ren immediately raised his hands.

"Ten-thousand Ice Strike!"

Leaping high in the air, silhouetted against the moon, Su Han struck down with her sword and shot out hundreds of icicles.

Not daring to try to block them with Horse Stance Forward Punch, Hao Ren rolled toward the goal to his left.

Swoosh! Swoosh…

The icicles stabbed into the field, piercing many holes that were ten centimeters deep on the green grass.

"Ten-thousand Ice Strike!"

Before Hao Ren could heave a sigh of relief, Su Han's low voice sounded again.

"Are you trying to kill me?!" Hao Ren leaped out of the goal while hundreds of icicles poured down!

"Ten-thousand Ice Strike…"

Su Han's demonic voice sounded again.

"Surrender! I surrender!" Hao Ren leaped up abruptly and called out to Su Han in a hurry.