"Kid, you've got some skills."
The Black Holy Envoy looked at Ling Chen with some surprise. The latter had so casually neutralized their combined attack. For a 9th-Level Martial Artist to achieve this was undoubtedly unimaginable.
"The Black and White Holy Envoys of the Demon Cult are nothing special after all."
Ling Chen felt the surging Dragon Vein Power within him, a slight smile playing on his lips. This Dragon Vein Power was terrifyingly strong; no wonder the Demon Cult members went to such lengths to seize it.
With this power, he now had no need to fear even the Top Sky Apex Strong.
"The Dragon Vein Power seems to have given you quite a bit of confidence."
The White Holy Envoy also narrowed his eyes, a cold glint flickering within them.
"If we don't show some real skill, I'm afraid we, the Black and White Holy Envoys, will become a laughingstock today."
