Kapitel 1790: Mad Dog?

As soon as he said this, there was an uproar!

No one had expected that a disciple of the Mystic Moon Sect would dare to insult the descendants of the gods.

Even the people below the arena were filled with anger.

"You're courting death! You're not allowed to insult the descendants of the gods!" Sun Ting roared.

His figure flashed and appeared in front of Ye Chen in an instant. He swung his hands and attacked wildly. His muscles were red and bulging. It was obvious that he was going all out.

"Barbaric Dragon Hundred Fists!" 

In an instant, it was as if there were hundreds of savage dragons roaring and charging at Ye Chen. This move surpassed the power of a peak-level Dao Integration realm expert.

"Alright, it's time to warm up."

"I comprehended Gengjin energy in that space, so I'll use you as a test subject."

Ye Chen smiled and calmly parried Sun Ting's attacks.