In the crowd, Zhao Fuhu had been waiting for quite some time.
When he caught sight of Yu Wenjing, his eyes lit up—she was indeed strikingly beautiful, with a clear, ethereal quality, and she was, after all, the Empress of Great Yu, of noble status.
From head to toe, she exuded an air of dignity and majesty.
Even Zhao Fuhu, as an Immortal Master, found himself greatly impressed.
But unfortunately, Yu Wenjing was very close to Lin Chang'sheng.
This could only be blamed on her ill fate.
Boom—
Zhao Fuhu gathered strength under his feet and leaped straight toward Yu Wenjing.
Beside Yu Wenjing, Jin Wuque sensed something was wrong ahead of time and immediately stepped in front of her, blade in hand.
"Protect Her Majesty!"
With Jin Wuque's bellow, several hundred soldiers instantly brandished their long spears, forming a wall before Yu Wenjing.
But how could these mortals possibly be a match for Zhao Fuhu?
Rip—
Zhao Fuhu threw a punch, crackling with arcs of lightning.
