Fighting Ancient Jade

Han Sen's next opponent was another king spirit.

The king spirit's title was Ancient Jade. It was a name that exuded a sort of grace or elegance, but in all truth, the name betrayed the fighter's true self. He was an eight-meter-tall spirit of mighty power and stone.

With each step he took, a crude imprint was left behind in his wake. And with each thumping footstep, the earth quaked.

The humans that watched were in shock. Whenever a royal spirit's weapon collided with the ground, not a scratch was made. But here, all it took was the spirit's footsteps to ruin the floor and leave holes.

"He seems pretty strong. Is Dollar going to be okay facing that thing?" someone wondered.

Su Xiaoqiao responded, saying, "When has Dollar ever lost? If he can kill Fei Yu King so effortlessly, he can most certainly kill this thing."

"You are right. How can he lose? It was silly of me to doubt." A bright hopefulness returned to the person's face.