2089 A Pitched Battle

"Hmm?" Ba Su's gaze shifted.

The many experts turned towards the source of the sound.

Below the pithole, a towering figure slowly rose. It was Jian Wushuang.

Jian Wushuang rose without a scratch, his Divine Power could be subtly seen surrounding him. He was no different than before.

"He's not hurt?" Ba Su was astonished.

You must know, the Golden Claws move, took Ba Su all his strength. Even if the opponent was King Chen Xing, he would have been badly hurt. But Jian Wushuang came out unscathed. In terms of the strength of their divine bodies, Jian Wushuang obviously emerged stronger.

Jian Wushuang rose once again to the Void, eyes fixed on Ba Su. "King Chen Xing was right, this Ba Su is impressive. Putting his Soul Attack aside, those Golden Claws are enough to place him on the pinnacle Second Stage Great Emperor level. If all this happened before I entered the Ancient Emperor's Residence, I probably wouldn't have stood a chance ..."