On the street.
Dust was everywhere, and the ground was full of potholes.
Qian Wanyang and Chen Yao stood on the chaotic street, their faces unable to hide the excitement.
With the bodies of an Angel and a Giant, they were much stronger than before.
People of the same level from the High-level Human Race stood no chance against them, utterly crushed under their power.
Just then, a roar came from a distance, "Who has hurt my son..."
Everyone present was startled and quickly dodged, fearing they might get dragged into the mess.
"That's Mo Lin's dad, Mo Tao!"
"I heard that Mo Tao's cultivation has reached Martial Venerable. These kids are in trouble now."
"The highest among them is Sheng Wenjie, who is just a Martial Saint, not even close!"
"Let's stay back, we don't want to be caught in the crossfire."
"Right, let's move further away."
"..."
"Boss!"
