"Is this the Futu Sacred Weapon you've always been so proud of?"
Mo Wangchen sneered, his gaze sweeping over the slightly pale-faced Long Heng, "It doesn't seem that impressive to me."
"You!"
Long Heng's face turned extremely unsightly. The Futu Sacred Weapon is the supreme treasure of the Dragon Clan; throughout the ages, within this great formation formed by twelve Holy Weapons, no one has ever managed to escape alive.
But now, the strength of the Divine King Body far exceeded expectations.
Such power was like that of the Ancient Divine Beings; a single punch could shatter all things!
"Kill!"
At the same time, behind Mo Wangchen, the other eleven dragon clan elites also advanced to attack, eleven terrifying assaults descended, surrounding Mo Wangchen from all sides, leaving him with nowhere to hide.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
