All the shura were frozen. A human child, who was six years old at the most, could throw around a third-rank gold-horned shura fighter as if he was nothing more than a toy.
In their eyes, Bao'er was no longer a kid. She was a monster.
"Humans are that strong?" All the shura were in shock.
If a child had achieved such strength, they couldn't imagine how strong the adults must have been.
Golot wanted to turn around and run, but Bao'er threw the gold-horned shura at him like a bowling ball. The two slammed into each other and tumbled across the floor in a spray of blood. They lay in a pile, half-dead. They couldn't get up, and they moaned.
The other soldiers scrambled out of the restaurant, screaming all the way. It was too horrifying for them.
"If you want revenge, take it now. They can't fight back," Bao'er said to Wood.
But Wood and the others only looked at Bao'er strangely, and they didn't do anything else.
