White Hair's face showed no sign of panic; he leisurely lowered the rocket launcher, pointing the empty muzzle at the ground several meters below his feet.
The wind scattered his white hair but couldn't blow away the aura of roguishness surrounding him.
He let out a leisurely sigh:
"The reputation of the Dingchuan Cannon King is to be solidified here... sigh."
He shook his head lightly, like a princely sigh of enchantment.
Then, his finger gently pulled the trigger.
Boom!
A violent air stream exploded from the front end of the rocket launcher.
In an instant, White Hair, who was still mid-air, was engulfed by the fierce airwave.
A small white mushroom cloud rose from the spot.
"Is the muzzle loaded with high-pressure air rounds?"
Seeing this, someone couldn't help but shout out.
For above the white mushroom cloud, there was White Hair, stylishly lugging the rocket launcher with both hands!
White Hair used the blast to defy gravity...
