"What's going on?"
Lu Lianheng was extremely shocked. He could imagine that it was due to that previous sound of breaking wind, and that icy cold power, but he really had no idea what it was.
On the contrary, onlookers like Wang Zilang could see certain changes quite clearly. After all, someone had just made a sound, and their attentions hadn't completely shifted back to the battle.
At that moment, right after the coarse-clothed youth shouted, "Hit his right rib," a drop of wine flew out from the cup in his hand, and during its flight, it transformed into a crystal-clear ice granule.
It was evident that what hit Lu Lianheng's right side was that crystal-clear ice granule. Before this, no one would have thought that the ice granule would hit that Lu Family genius.
