C274 Treasure House

Wu Zhang didn't care about Zhan Tianming's punch at all.

Who could be hurt by such a weak punch?

If he couldn't even hurt a shrimp, how could he possibly hurt a Hegemony Level like him?

This was ridiculous.

"Sky... Battle... Kill... Fist!"

Just as Zhan Tianming was slowly chanting the name, his fist also lightly pounded on Wu Zhang's body.

He bet that Wu Zhang would not avoid this punch