Kings Face Kings, Gods Face Gods!

Kings Face Kings, Gods Face Gods!

The entire city was as quiet as a cemetery.

Aside from the occasional flock of white pigeons flying across the sky, there was no sign of life.

A bus drove along the road.

Even though the road ahead was empty, it still moved slowly and obeyed every traffic light.

On either side of the road, beyond the rows of greenery, skyscrapers stood like giants on their last legs.

Four people sat on the bus without saying a word.

As the bus passed a stop without stopping, the muscular man could no longer stand the silence. It watched Gu Qingxiang, who was reading with her head down, and suddenly threw a punch.

Gu Qingxiang didn't move at all, but the muscular man suddenly took a punch to the left side of his face. His head slammed into the window beside him, but just as it was about to shatter the glass, a vortex appeared on its surface and swallowed his head whole.

A bizarre sight appeared on the bus: the muscular man's head was stuck through the window, with only his body below the neck left outside.

At that moment, he was like a grasshopper caught in a giant's grasp. He struggled and pounded on the window, but whenever his fist struck, a vortex appeared out of nowhere and swallowed it at once.

"This Ancient God is incredible!"

Alarm bells rang wildly in Huang Cheng's mind.

The muscular man might have been somewhat lacking in divine-domain power, but his body was tough, and his close-combat ability was off the charts. Even Dragon Rank fighters would be beaten into a heap of pulp by two of his punches. Yet now, facing Gu Qingxiang, he couldn't fight back at all.

And Gu Qingxiang hadn't even moved.

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