The huge impact force hit Wang Han like a kite with a broken string, flying backwards.

Liu Xianchen, who was standing behind the ancient corpse, laughed.

"The imperial man won't come out! The little ten guys can do it! What's the point!"

Wang Han's hand felt distressed a lot, and he felt like he was about to break.

"Pretty a hammer!"

Liu Niechen's soul-summoning bell shook at Wang Han, "Little guy, I'm afraid I don't know the horror of Chaoyuan yet! I'll open your eyes today!"

The ancient corpse spread his arms.

A thing that is very similar to the Qi body but has a difference soared into the sky.

The entire orchard was shrouded in it.

All the disciples of the ten men looked dull.

Both the Northeastern man and the fat man almost fell down with a swaying foot.

The ancient corpse rushed towards Wang Han!

Wang Han shook his hand.

Not afraid at all.

Liu Niechen frowned. Seeing Wang Han so calm, he realized something was wrong.

Just the moment the ancient corpse rushed to Wang Han.

Qi body soared into the sky!

A giant drum of Qi body formed!

A small figure jumped three meters high, and he grabbed the Qi body drumstick with both hands and smashed it down!

A loud bang resounded throughout the orchard!

The ancient corpse took several steps back!

A stream of blood came out of several puppets close to the ancient corpse and fell to the ground and disappeared.

Baili Chunlei stood in front of Wang Han.

He rubbed his nose on the back of his hands and stared at his toes with his head down.
Chapter completed!