Not A Farce

Even they were standing at a distance away, Lou Cheng, who had naturally gone into the Condensation Stance, could feel the dreadful aura threatening to swallow them in a gulp. In an instant, he seemed to be surrounded by a sense of hollowness and in a cold, rainy night, a giant wolf with a pair of lustrous green eyes howled at the bright clear moon in the sky, looking ever-ready to attack, making people trembling with fear.

This...Lou Cheng suddenly felt terrified. The vibe of the man in the short leather jacket could actually directly affected his own mentality and spirit?

This was not something that Lin Que, Ye Youting and Wang Ye could do!

Bam!

The moment the instigator in the short leather jacket finished his sentence, his right arm was already pulled back like a tightened bow. As he threw a punch, as swift as lightning yet hard as a rock.