C23

"Bam!"

Dong Bo Mu Chen's hands gripped the tip of the ice-cold mouthpart, and a layer of wind exploded as he clenched his fists.

"Rustle …"

He stood with arched steps, his brows raised and his hands tightly clenched. However, a powerful force surged over his iron pince-like mouth, propelling his body to slide backwards. Both of his feet left two deep marks on the ground