Bam!
This punch was like a heavyweight bomb thrown into the chaotic underground vault, instantly stunning everyone present.
The treasure hunters who were eager to try just moments ago, now seemed to have been cast with an Immobilization Spell, their actions frozen in place.
The frenzy and ferocity on their faces instantly solidified, replaced by shock and apprehension.
They stared, wide-eyed, at Fang Cheng wearing the Evil Ghost mask, as if seeing a beast that suddenly emerged from the darkness.
Bear in mind, the attacker just blown away with a punch wasn't some ordinary minor henchman.
In terms of strength, he was absolutely equal to Xiong Ba, killed by Nail Head.
He was a figure known for his bravery in the Martial World, yet fell so helplessly under the opponent's punch—it was enough to make everyone tremble.
"Do you want to fight with me?"
Fang Cheng slightly raised his head, his cold gaze sweeping over the crowd through the two blood-red holes of the mask.
