"Such a thing happened?"
Xiao Chen was astonished.
True Demon Possession.
That punch of his
had indeed been ferocious.
Yet
Wu Chongtong possessed astonishing reserves.
His battle prowess was like a dragon's.
Sacred healing medicines and the Zhu You Divine Art—
he lacked neither.
That punch of his
had affected Wu Chongtong so profoundly.
He found it quite unexpected.
Lao Six said nothing.
He thought to himself,
Seriously?
After demonizing yourself, you have no idea just how monstrously lethal you are?
A measure of doubt
was perfectly understandable.
Yet
at this moment,
Xiao Chen was not doubtful.
Rather,
he was
shocked.
Even though Lao Six and Xiao Chen were linked in spirit
and understood each other quite well,
seeing his reaction,
he still felt
that Xiao Chen was laying it on a little thick.
It almost seemed like he was showing off in reverse.
In truth,
Xiao Chen was not putting on an act.
He was genuinely shocked.
After all,
after that punch,
Wu Chongtong had swiftly activated a divine art.
Right before his eyes,
he had repaired his sacred armor.
Afterward,
he had split open the heavens with one hand
and nearly suppressed him.
If he had not recently spent so much time hanging around Lao Six,
learning by osmosis
and greatly improving his skill at ambushing others,
allowing him to successfully steal the chicken,
his soul would likely have been severed in the void by now.
How could he have imagined
that his earlier punch
had carried such overwhelming killing power?
To be fair,
Wu Chongtong truly was formidable.
On the surface,
after his battle with Xiao Chen,
his reserves seemed unharmed.
If he had not later ventured deep into a perilous land and fought a life-and-death battle against an unparalleled great anomaly, only to suffer a sudden