The battle, from counterattack to conclusion, lasted only a second.
In that one second, Chess Saint, Qing Shan, and Qin Se were still shocked by the enemy's terror, yet the enemy was already dead!
That baldy, with a single punch each, sent all three of them exploding into pieces, dead as dead can be.
"One punch each... my God, who exactly is my master? This is way too fierce!" Chess Saint exclaimed, his eyes wide with astonishment.
Ever since Tang Sanzang had returned, Qin E, held in Zhu Ganglie's arms, had pretty much stayed silent, keeping his mouth shut whenever possible. Now, he couldn't help but interject, "What's this..."
He wanted to say that what seemed fierce to them was but child's play in the baldy's eyes.
One punch for each little kid, is that strange?
A bunch of kids who've never seen the world!
"Old Seven, are these bodies useful or not? If they're not, just toss them!" Tang Sanzang said, gesturing towards the three corpses on the ground.
