The battle for the Trump cards!

"BOOM!"

Chen Xiaobei threw a punch at the silver-gray Saint turtle. In front of the turtle, Chen Xiaobei was like an ant.

From the ice Dome Saint ancestor's and the dark sky Qilin's point of view, it looked like a speck of dust that had crashed into a vast mountain.

However, to everyone's surprise ...

It was as if Chen Xiaobei had defeated the real world. His punch had pierced through thousands of soldiers and shattered the silver Saint turtle's protective layer of Saint Origin Energy.

&Quot; this ... This is too terrifying ... If I were to face this punch, I would probably die immediately! &Quot;

Ice dome's Saint ancestor gasped.

Her pretty face was pale, and her pupils were constricted. She looked at Chen Xiaobei as if she had seen a ghost.

His three views were instantly blown up, and he even began to doubt his life.

&Quot; this kind of power is simply inconceivable. It can't even be measured with common sense! &Quot;