C1555 Origin Scholar

"Go to hell!"

At last, Qin Ming managed to regain some control over his movements. He charged toward Holy God and unleashed a powerful punch.

"Hmph..." Holy God scoffed, utterly unimpressed and not even bothering to glance at Qin Ming's attack.

"Bang!"

The punch struck an invisible shield, emitting a muffled thud. Holy God merely shook slightly