"General Chen, that martial artist who is fighting against the black mist should be... a student from Northern United University, Meng Chuan."
When these words were spoken, even the voice itself sounded incredulous.
The exaggerated aura, domineering lightning, and the twenty-meter giant spirit body!
This Meng Chuan is unbelievably powerful, ten times more terrifying than he showed yesterday.
When he spoke, he also felt a sense of relief rising within.
"Amitabha — luckily, I conceded yesterday..."
The wise ones adapt to circumstances, the ancients did not deceive me!
Upon hearing this, the acting general pondered for a while.
In his mind, the name and image finally matched up, leaving him momentarily speechless.
"Master, is it truly this young talent from Yong'an? Isn't he only twenty..."
"Three limits, Martial Arts Master, I just met him yesterday,"
Abbot Guyue supplemented.
The acting general came to a realization:
