After Chen Feng unleashed his full vitality and blood, he was like a small sun. The people from the Demon Suppression Division could not see it, but the monsters were all aghast when they did.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
In just a few moves, Chen Feng struck repeatedly, slapping several major ghosts to death!
Yes.
He had slapped them to death with a single palm!
Bai Yi's eyes nearly popped out at the sight. He saw it clearly—when Chen Feng first arrived, he had not used the Soul Locking Chain. He had simply swung his left hand, and those powerful monsters had been slapped into oblivion.
What was going on? His bare-handed strength could actually shake major ghosts?
Bai Yi's heart pounded wildly.
Was he really at Peak Manifest Strength?
This... was impossible!
Peak Manifest Strength at twenty years old?
Bang! Bang! Bang!
At that moment, Chen Feng wielded both the Blood Sun Palm and the Soul Locking Chain. He even activated his Iron Shirt, charging fiercely into the horde of monsters and rushing straight toward the Fat Ghoul.
With the Iron Shirt in motion, Chen Feng's entire body became as tough as steel and iron. Though it was only at the tenth layer, the vitality and blood condensed beneath his skin formed an impenetrable defense against blades and weapons even among monsters. The crowd saw Chen Feng charge recklessly forward, sending every monster in his path flying.
Yes, he was literally smashing into them with his living body!
One had to know that when living people collided with monsters, ghostly energy could easily invade their bodies. Yet everyone clearly saw that not a trace of ghostly energy entered Chen Feng's body. Even when those monsters tried again and again to possess him, they could not enter his body at all.