Condense the Chef’s Power

Hu Han looked at the rough God Slaying Stick that was aimed at him, his eyes widening. After half a day, this chunk of iron had hauled out a God Slaying Stick from its belly.

God Slaying weapon? What the heck?

Everybody here came from the Holy Lands, so we have the same goal. We're from the same side!

Hu Han opened his mouth to scream. However, Whitey's ash-white eyes twinkled, and the God Slaying Stick swept over.

The air seemed to burn at this moment. The drawings on the War-God Stick glowed, burning fierily.

The terrifying feeling of coming dangers immediately shrouded the place.

Hu Han didn't expect that that iron chunk could give him such a terrible feeling!

The God Slaying Axe spun, and the red blade immediately shot a beam of light. A sharp flow of energy came from it, shooting fast with domineering power!

After a loud boom, the void burst and shook hard.