You know, Wu Hao was very decisive in his attack. Almost the moment King Zan exposed him, his palm seal was already struck.

Moreover, Wu Hao was standing behind Zhang Ruochen, with a distance of less than a foot, so his palm prints could fall on Zhang Ruochen's body in a flash of light and flint.

But……

Wu Hao's palms only hit Zhang Ruochen's shadow.

"How could he hide away? This is absolutely impossible."

Wu Hao's eyes showed surprise, and the palm print he made failed. Unable to hold back his strength, his body lost its center of gravity and threw forward.

At this moment, Zhang Ruochen's voice came to his ears from the side: "The moment Lord Liao Sang appeared, I knew that there was at least one mole among us. How could I not be wary of you?

Woolen cloth?"

Wu Hao's face became extremely ugly, and he was about to activate the amulet to protect himself.

"Go to hell." Zhang Ruochen shouted angrily.

A heavy palm force fell, hitting Wu Hao's back, slamming him to the ground, and embedded it at the bottom of a large handprint pit. Crimson blood gushed out from Wu Hao's body.

The next moment, Zhang Ruochen stood on the Jinbu Dragon Chariot again, his body spotless, and he stared at the palm print pit indifferently. He had no time to check Wu Hao's life and death, so he directly drove the Jinbu Dragon Chariot and collided with King Yan who was standing in the center of the formation.

past.
Chapter completed!