"You possess fourfold Physical Power, little beast, and you've actually crafted a Perfect Body." In the high skies, Lei Yu's gaze was fixed on Ye Chen, his expression shocked to the extreme.
It must be known that a Perfect Body can only be crafted by a very few Pure-blood Human Race individuals.
Such an extraordinary talent, even Lei Yu, had never witnessed before.
Yet Ye Chen, merely a Mixed-blood Human Race from a Seventh-class Realm, succeeded in crafting a Perfect Body.
This was simply like a tale from Arabian Nights.
"Isn't it said that only Pure-blood Human Race can craft a Perfect Body?"
"Could it be that his bloodline has been entirely transformed into that of a Pure-blood Human Race?"
"It must be so, the Human King Hall possesses such a method," speculated the strong members of the Thunder Demon Race.
"Humph! Damned little beast, I don't care if you're a Pure-blood Human Race or if you've crafted a Perfect Body, today you won't escape being crushed to death by me!
