Wang Jinxi was overwhelmed with shock. He knew that under the suppression of Tang Wulin’s tyrannical aura, he could only exert, at most, half of his strength. And even if he wasn’t opposing Tang Wulin, the suppression he felt was still too much.
Tang Wulin’s hands began to grow, his joints becoming thick and solid as his hand transformed into the Golden Dragon Claw.
That dazzling Golden Dragon Claw was covered in fragmented scales while the three inch claws were as smooth and glossy as a mirror.
Honglong, kacha!
A number flashed on the screen, but not a moment later, the place on the machine where Tang Wulin had punched it exploded into bits of metal fragments, leaving only a hole behind.
This was the effect of the Golden Dragon Claw’s ‘crushing.’
It really did break…
Then just how strong was he?