"Brat, even though I don't like the Holy Tower, what I can't stand even more is how arrogant you are! I want to see what kind of ability you have to be this狂!" a Three-Star Saint Monarch shouted angrily, shooting out like lightning, like a fierce tiger descending the mountain, his attack ferocious.
With a cold gaze locked onto the charging burly man, Feng Wuchen simultaneously unleashed his Creation Divine Power and the power of the Supreme Physique Third Stage, and said icily, "Your speed is way too slow."
In the blink of an eye, Feng Wuchen's aura surged to the Two-Star Saint Monarch Realm, his momentum domineering and vast, filled with oppressive might.
"Swish!"
"Boom!"
"Pfft!"
As the words fell, Feng Wuchen's figure flashed, followed by a deafening boom. The burly man sprayed a mouthful of blood, his body shooting out like a cannonball.
"A One-star Saint Monarch, how could he possibly beat me?" The big man was both shocked and unwilling in his heart.
