บท 663: Uncle Chu Kills a Nephew

Chu Feng was within the metallic encasement—rather than armor, it should be called a top-grade saint clothing. It was covered in dense runes and could automatically provide terrifying energy. He was like a true saint descending to the world.

The cold metallic luster, the slender and powerful body, and the agile movements, everything was similar to a true saint. Chu Feng tore the void apart with a swoosh and charged over.

This was an unprecedented experience. He could now tear the void apart, roam the cosmos, or pluck the moon with a raise of his hand. This was a feeling of extreme power.

There was a single moment where Chu Feng was enlightened. It was as though his vital level had transitioned and a new, outstanding world had opened up before him.