Wang Dadong's face had turned beet red; an ordinary person who could channel their Inner Strength to a hundred percent was already an incredibly formidable existence, yet he could channel his to a hundred and twenty percent.
With a hundred and twenty percent of Inner Strength, plus the Ultimate Skill of the Doomsday Bell, it provided him with the capital to Slay Saints.
However, even a hundred and twenty percent of Inner Strength couldn't break him free from Soya's arm.
That seemingly modest palm was like Tathagata Buddha's Five Finger Mountain, thoroughly Suppression Wang Dadong!
"Let go, or I'll get really angry!" Wang Dadong shouted in anger.
Yet, his heart was filled with profound grief and rage. To think that he, the Lord of Hell, the world-renowned King of Mercenaries, couldn't even break free from a woman's grasp—it was damn embarrassing to the extreme.
Hearing Wang Dadong's words, fear flashed across Soya's face as she truly released his hand.