And at that moment, Li Changxiao, whose IQ seemed almost reset to zero, came charging over, his speech slurred.
"Count Salt! Count Salt! Count Salt!" he shouted as he sprinted toward Su Yan, windmilling his arms as if they were Flaming Wheels.
Upon hearing this, Su Yan couldn't maintain his composure, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly. Su Yan counts salt? What in the world? I might as well be Su Yike counting one thing, Su Erke counting two things, and Su Sanke counting three things! Su Yan ranted furiously in his mind.
The very next second, Shilezhi's Li Changxiao had already reached Su Yan and threw a punch straight at his forehead. At the same time, he shouted, "Count Salt, take this—True Hengda Ice Fist!"
This punch carried immense momentum! Accompanied by a terrifying blood-red mist, the temperature plummeted wherever it passed, and ice crystals bloomed everywhere.
