Zhou Xin wore a smug expression on his face, provocatively looking over at Gu Junhe.
Gu Junhe gave him a glance.
Not a word was uttered.
Yet, his palm once again came down on Zhou Xin's face, pressing it against the ground and rubbing it back and forth.
Zhou Xin's mouth was full of mud and sand, despairing in anguish, "Gu Junhe, you are going too far!"
Gu Junhe said indifferently, "Your eyes are asking for a beating!"
Zhou Xin: "I..."
Meanwhile…
Zhuge Shuangdao had already launched a thunderous offensive, his four arms spinning simultaneously, with black sabers cutting through the air—the dazzling black saber light was blinding and impressive, arriving in a flash, appearing right in front of Xiao Yi, launching attacks from both sides. The saber blades, merged with the arms, offered even more flexibility than using weapons alone.
The power had also increased significantly.