"Please, grandmasters, lend your strength!"
The young man, upon seeing this, hastily called out to the three monks.
In the blink of an eye, the three monks radiated light, like three blazing fireballs, hurtling towards Chen Feng from three directions.
"Bring it on!"
Chen Feng charged forward instead of retreating, throwing out a punch with dazzling light and sharp momentum—it was unmistakably the True Martial God Fist.
Clang!
The first monk was struck by Chen Feng, his bronze skin tightening as if desperately trying to dissipate Chen Feng's force.
Yet there were faint signs of collapse.
"We will help you!"
Seeing this, the other two monks immediately stood behind the first one, placing their hands on his shoulders.
Hum!
The three monks seemed to resonate in an instant, their bronze light growing even brighter.
"Under the combined Golden Bell Shield of my three grandmaster uncles, any attack in the world can be resolved!"
"Kid, you just..."
