He carried the power of three imperial decrees.
One person having three supreme paths.
Countless people were envious.
The people of the Jansky family all called Luke Yates a little monster behind his back.
It couldn't be looked at with common sense.
At this moment, Luke threw a punch.
His blood boiled, and his true strength was displayed in front of outsiders.
Vitality 45,000 Na!
He had clearly surpassed the conferred pinnacle realm and had stepped into the chaos pinnacle realm.
Deacon Gallo threw away his crutches and ran like a thief. He no longer had the sickly and weak aura from before.
The two of them were on the stage, one running and the other chasing, forcefully turning the Martial Artist Summit into a playground.
"Old fox, don't run!" shouted Luke.
"I didn't f*cking provoke you. Why are you holding onto me and not letting me go!"
