Borrow Me a Hand

Lend Me Your Strength

Bang!

He threw a punch.

The entire prison trembled.

But in the end, it did not budge an inch.

Imperial Scourge held back his laughter.

Putting on a show, he sighed. "This prison has been placed under the Celestial Court's restrictions. Even I cannot shake it in the slightest. We can only find a weakness through a special method and break through..."

Before he could finish, he saw Chen Duan take a short sword from his sleeve.

Imperial Scourge was instantly somewhat speechless.

This brat was indeed strong, and indeed arrogant, but there seemed to be something wrong with his brain.

Couldn't he understand human speech? He was speaking the human race's language, wasn't he?

How was it that, after saying it several times, this boy acted as though he had not heard a thing?

Having been interrupted by Chen Duan several times in a row, irritation rose in his heart once more. He was about to continue explaining that "special method."

But Chen Duan interrupted him again.

"General Evil." Chen Duan gripped the hilt tightly. The blade hummed and trembled in his palm, as though answering his call.

"Lend me your strength."

His sword swept out.

Sword light flashed through the darkness, so swift that there was no time even to blink.

With a soft sound.

The prison was instantly cleaved in half across the middle.

The surrounding space shook violently.

That punch just now had already gauged it. Though this prison was made from the same material as the Heaven-Piercing Wall from before, it had been reinforced with methods Chen Duan had never seen.

But the trump cards he carried were not limited to these two fists.

General Evil, a divine weapon reputed to be "able to cleave all things," theoretically possessed the power