Profit from a disaster

Ling Han cursed internally, and hurriedly ducked back into the Black Tower.

"Urgh!" he groaned lowly. He had indeed entered into the Black Tower, but he had still been swept a little by the Celestial King Tier aura, causing at least 90% of the bones in his body to break, and they were all shattered at that.

Too terrifying. The attack of the Celestial King had not hit him at all, but merely being swept by the aura had caused the physique that Ling Han had been so proud of to fully crumble.

This was what a Celestial King was!

The pinnacle of all. Every casual movement represented the Dao of Heaven and Earth.

"Ling Han!" The Empress and the others hurriedly gathered around him.

Ling Han exhaled heavily, and said through clenched teeth, "I'm fine. I won't die from this."

"You still say that you're fine, but even your d*ck is destroyed." Hu Niu's expression was filled with grief. "Wuuu. Stupid Ling Han, you haven't had babies with Niu yet!"