The entire eighteenth level of Hell Star resounded with a roaring sound.
The three little giants flew backward as if they were ragdolls, their bodies cracked, and blood spurted out.
"How can he be this strong?"
The Third Prince of the Sea God and the Void Swordsmen were roaring in anger.
Jade Buddha Son was the calmest among the three, but the emblematic smile on his face had vanished, replaced with grave seriousness.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the arena, seeing Jun Xiaoyao's performance, there was a dead silence among the spectators.
They knew Jun Xiaoyao was strong but didn't expect him to be monstrously strong to such a degree.
The three little giants, working together, couldn't even withstand one round against Jun Xiaoyao and were severely injured.
In contrast, Jun Xiaoyao's white clothes didn't have a single crease.
The difference was shockingly huge.
