Everyone inhaled sharply. Even a follower of Changsun Liang was already so awesome, so just how strong was that Holy Son himself?
The red-haired young man swept an eye over the gathered masses, a condescending smile at the corner of his lips, and announced, "With a single strike from Lord Holy Son, he can simultaneously light up 99 of the 100 holes on the pillar!"
Hiss, 99!
Everyone gaped, appearing to be incredibly stunned.
Most of them had tried, and even if there was an extremely wide gap of power between them, the difference in the number of holes was only one to two, and the total would be more than 30. But with this difference of more than 60 holes, just how wide was the gulf in battle prowess between them and the Holy Son?
This was practically unthinkable.
And this was the strength of the Holy Son of the Black Moon Sect; others did not even have the right to look up at him.
