"Commander!"
The mysterious Martial Saints, who had their buttocks smashed, were all dumbfounded. That was a Middle Stage Martial Emperor, and even in the state of Demon Lotus True Body, it was difficult for even a Late Stage Martial Emperor to win. They had never expected to see this bratty kid with a fist sending him flying, it was simply too terrifying.
"What Divine Skills is this exactly?"
Everyone looked at the thirty-foot-tall Golden Giant, filled with shock and confusion in their hearts.
"Damn brat, I'm going to fight you with everything I've got."
A moment later, that mysterious Martial Emperor rose from the trench, roaring as he charged towards Chu Chen.
His entire right arm was a bloody, fleshy blur, hanging limply, obviously disabled.
This wasn't actually such a big deal for a Martial Emperor. Given some time and the consumption of some Rule Power, he could have regrown his right arm.
