C558 Tartar

"I told you, I can break it."

The current Wu Chen didn't feel the slightest bit of pressure from the expert at the Eighth Empyrean of True Martial Stage. What was so difficult about a mere Golden Bell Cover?

"Swish."

Just then, a beam of light shot down, enveloping Wu Chen, following that, he felt his body flying.

"Sigh."

Seeing Wu Chen fly up, Hong Sang sighed, even if he did not believe