For the first time, someone had directly shattered Ye Tianchen's Golden Divine Shield, injuring him in the process. Sato was extremely powerful, a fierce old man over sixty years of age with no signs of aging. On the contrary, his muscles looked incredibly strong, just like those of a man in his twenties, surely the result of Japan's long-term research on gene medicine.
Ye Tianchen narrowly escaped being cut in half, a deep cut on his abdomen from which blood continuously dripped, his intestines almost visible. Sato was in no better shape. Despite appearing strong and not at all weak, blood dripped continuously from his left chest. However, at this moment, no one believed that Sato, the old man, had also sustained a serious injury.
"So you're saying you haven't been fighting at full strength either?" Sato scoffed, laughing as he looked at Ye Tianchen.
"Kill!"
