"The Eighth Elder… actually lost!"
A soft sigh was heard.
Everyone was silent.
Outside the No-fly Zone, almost no one had expected this.
The two fists—one large, one small—had collided with overwhelming momentum. In the end, however, it was the larger fist that instantly crumbled.
Smashed by the smaller fist, the golden flesh of the Divine Body disintegrated inch by inch, scattering into specks of light and shredded meat. Ultimately, even Lu Tiansheng's enormous, thirty-meter-tall frame was blasted apart until only half of it remained.
An entire half of his Divine Body had simply disintegrated.
And this was the result of just one seemingly casual punch from the clone.
It was simply…
"Too terrifying! This clone of the Saint Prince is just too powerful!"
After a long moment, someone finally sighed.
It was the Seventh Elder.
