They all felt that everything was so reasonable and fair.
The only unreasonable thing was why someone so young could possess such a level of power?
Attack? Defense? Fierce battle?
No, none of that happened.
From the beginning, everyone was predicting the direction of this fight. But no one expected that the battle would not even start.
In fact—even Wen Xishu himself did not expect it.
"Wow!"
Miyamoto Yishu suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
He couldn't hold on any longer. Faced with the terrifying pressure, the psychological fear from the Red House, and the wicked transformation on Wen Xishu's body that only he could see—
He couldn't bear it any longer.
At this moment, the resentment entered his body, and Miyamoto Yishu felt as if he had entered some desolate village.
In his eyes was a huge dead tree.
