The hall, once filled with song and dance, was instantly turned into a martial arts arena, causing alarm among the civil and military officials.
Especially after witnessing Du Nu's iron fists, they couldn't help but break a cold sweat for Meng Lang.
Not to mention anything else, just by looking at his thin frame, he is no match for the burly strongman from Loulan.
Du Nu missed with one punch and then threw another.
Meng Lang spun and fell onto General Zhou's table, quickly flipping over to avoid it.
Du Nu's iron fist smashed the table into pieces.
Meng Lang stood up, his spirit still unsettled, "Hey, are you for real?"
General Zhou cried out in pain, "My wine!"
The imperial wine in the palace isn't something you can drink anytime.
There was only this small pot, and it was all destroyed by this Loulan brute.
Tan'er widened her eyes and said to Meng Lang, "Are you just going to dodge? Fight back!"
