With so many Imperial Sons, no matter how weak they were, they still possessed eighteen stars of battle prowess. With their combined attacks, they were actually unable to cause even a slight injury to Ling Han.
F***, what was the point of continuing the battle?
Are you a Skeleton Saint Tool, built from Saintly Material?
Meanwhile, Ling Han looked down and said, "You guys damaged my clothes, so you have to pay compensation."
Compensate your sister!
The Imperial Sons exchanged looks before turning around to flee.
They were no match for him. This guy was too freakish.
Ling Han sighed, stretched out a hand and pressed down, "What I hate the most is when someone owes me something and doesn't pay me back."
Weng, a terrifying pressure descended, and those dozen over Imperial Sons were actually forcibly trapped.
This was too terrifying.
