Chapitre 903: Beat Like A Cherokee Drum

Constantine extirpated herself from the half-shattered stone and looked at Alex with rage.

"You think you can get your way?! Do you think I'll die to a weak kid like you?! You little punk! I'm the champion of Gaius, the strongest god in existence! I'll crush you into the finest powder the universe has ever seen!" Constantine howled.

She shot up into the sky, her body glowing golden, as armour appeared over her branded clothes. A glowing mace also materialized in her right hand as a shield coated in gold appeared in her left hand.

Alex watched her, waiting for her little show to be over.

Constantine's eyes turned completely black, as her skin kept glowing golden, and her gaze snapped to Alex.

"You done yet?" Alex mocked.

The woman looked at him, finding his confident smile irking.

She howled in anger and dashed from the sky to the ground, her mace swinging in an arc at his head.

"Die, you arrogant prick!"