Zhou Chuan did not reveal his murderous intent, so Meng Changshe could still afford to take things slowly. Now, however, seeing an enemy made their eyes burn with hatred, and he no longer cared about anything else.
A flying punch!
The Immortal King's fist was fast and fierce, but Zhou Chuan had recovered part of his divine sense, predicted the trajectory, and flashed aside to dodge it.
Chapter 1847