C1744 The Target Is the Cold Smoke

Mo Wuji frowned, but he didn't try to dodge the attack. Instead, he looked at Luo Chen with a trace of ridicule in his eyes.

Almost at the same time, Luo Chen threw a punch. It was as if the loss just now did not affect him from attacking again. In fact, it was even more ruthless than before.

Just as he was retreating, before Luo Chen's fist could land on Mo Tianji