The slender palm grasped the incredible sharp dark golden feather and was as firm as a rock. No matter how the feather flickered with golden light, it still could not break free.
After suppressing the feather, Mu Chen's eyes, which were still glowing with golden light, glanced indifferently at Zong Teng. He then said slowly, "It seems that Brother Zong truly didn't show any mercy."
Zong Teng's expression twisted into a particularly ugly mask. He did not think that Mu Chen would restore his strength at this most crucial time. Moreover, this guy, with his flesh palms alone, had blocked his golden feather sword!
The power of this sword was comparable to a Magnificent Grade Divine Artifact. So, if a Seventh Grade Sovereign was careless, it would pierce through his body entirely!
