He Taiyuan looked at Ye Chen, somewhat worried, and said, "Although Grand Hall Master Lingxiao only just advanced to the god level not long ago, from what I know of him, his combat strength is definitely not weak.
But that Batian of the Overlord Race, with just a single punch, and only using fifty percent of his strength, pushed Grand Hall Master Lingxiao to the brink of life and death. That level of strength really is terrifying.
Moreover.
According to some intel I've received.
Grand Hall Master Lingxiao's divine core has already suffered fundamental damage. Even if he barely clings to life with sheer willpower, I'm afraid he will… lose all of his cultivation!"
Cold light surged in Ye Chen's eyes. He didn't say a word.
Right at this moment.
Fatty and Luo Tian rushed in, hurried and breathless.
Fatty panted heavily and said, "We've found out everything."
Ye Chen: "Talk!"
