All along, Di Zishu's strength, while not the strongest among the Twelve Great Imperial Guards, was also not weak. But if one were to talk about the strongest, it would definitely be Chen Long. Yet, he never imagined that one day he would lose to some pretty boy, especially one who had been looked down upon by all of Chang'an City.
The other three were also dumbfounded in place. What kind of move was this?
They couldn't believe their own eyes—this pretty boy had just sent Di Zishu flying with a single punch?
The Twelve Great Guards may not spend every moment together, but they at least knew each other's limits. Although Chen Long was a cut above the rest, the gap wasn't significant. Yet Di Zishu had been sent flying by a single punch from Long Yan?
Was Di Zishu doing it on purpose?
Of course not. In fact, even Di Zishu himself hadn't expected that the pretty boy in front of him would have such tremendous power.
