Yang Chuan is not dead. They might accept it!
Although Yang Chuan is battered and bruised, even the brutes might accept it.
But what is going on here?
Yang Chuan's body does not have a single wound, and his clothes remain intact.
Not only that, but can Yang Chuan, with millions of cultivators united, hold the immense Cross Society like a huge rubber ball in his hand?
How can that be accepted?
"Impossible!" This is not true! Absolutely not true.
Mr. Clark gently shook his head and shouted.
Because he knows how Yang Chuan appeared, for he knows what he is doing.
The collective strength of all of them represents no threat from two thousand years ago.
In the distance, the Great Angel, with Bai Lie at the forefront, could not remain calm upon seeing Yang Chuan and the intense brilliance in his hand, one by one they charged towards Yang Chuan fiercely.
