"Let's see if your divine spirit can still regenerate your arm."
Chen Feng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, while droplets of blood were still falling from his nose, making him look rather wretched. He stood up and sneered at the Shiva Assassin.
The Shiva Assassin, who had been full of confidence and unwavering faith in his gods, now had a look of ashen despair. He had never expected that Huaxia would have such a formidable person and that he, a Da Guli Baba, would be defeated by a young Huaxian. Could it be... were all the people in Huaxia so formidable?
Chen Feng wasn't aware of his identity, and still thought he was just an ordinary Shiva Assassin. In reality, a Da Guli Baba held a status similar to that of an Elder in the Huaxia sects. The Priest Clan had sent him to prevent failure, not expecting that he would be so unlucky as to run into Chen Feng.