Did this fool bring himself right to my doorstep?
Chen Mo grinned. Can there be better luck than this?
Kahn, the Devil Marshal renowned for his dual status as Sect Hierarch of the Abyss God Cult and Imperial Marshal, could hardly save face. He had captured the impudent youth before him, yet the boy was still smiling smugly. He instantly clenched his fist out of rage.
The giant Demon's Hand that held Chen Mo followed suit and tightened its grip!
He had assumed he could easily squash his opponent into pulp with one squeeze. However, it felt as if he had seized an uncrushable diamond.
"Marshal, did you miss a meal?" Chen Mo asked, grinning.
"Young man, you do have some skills. No wonder you're so arrogant! But that's as far as you'll go! Although the demon's bone is not fully formed, it's already quite potent!"
The instant Kahn finished speaking, he merged with the Black Skeleton beside him.
