"Grandfather was sent flying too!!??"
Zhan Qiankun was completely stupefied.
War God Wu was a Venerable-level warrior. Even among Venerables, he belonged to the top echelon. Yet, he was sent flying by a punch from his granddaughter, Zhan Lianxue?
How could this be possible? What on earth had happened to Zhan Lianxue? Did Hongmeng feed her some powerful tonic, turning her this fierce?
"Hahaha, good, good, good!"
The ear-splitting voice resonated through heaven and earth as the silhouette of War God Wu, who had been flung backward, came to a halt, his eyes filled with excitement. In his hand appeared a bronze war spear. His towering, majestic figure stood erect between heaven and earth, his overbearing aura saturating the sky, with prodigious battle spirit soaring into the firmament.
