Someone's been thrown out!
A crowd of onlookers froze, curiosity driving them to chase after the commotion.
As they stepped outside, everyone sharply inhaled a cold breath, shocked by the scene before them.
Lying on the crumbled bricks of a wall just dozens of meters away was a man, his condition unknown, covered in dust.
Someone stammered, "Should... should we call an ambulance?"
A person... flying out from the back door of the exhibition, what the hell did they do to get blasted so far away?
It couldn't be an explosion, otherwise, what would they—the tourists—still be doing fine?
Passersby, curious yet concerned, cautiously approached the man.
Li Can felt as if every bone in his body was shattered, his entire cultivation base pulverized into dust by Bai Chuwei's casual slap, decades of effort vanished in an instant.
Li Can vomited a mouthful of blood, teeth fragments mixed within it.
Dammit, Qingxuan only lost two teeth at most, but he must have lost more than Qingxuan.
