'Too much power, and I couldn't control it?'
That sentence nearly made the Third Elder spit blood. This guy was obviously doing it on purpose. And with Chen Han's previous strike, anyone could tell he had used one hundred and twenty percent of his power...
"Enough!"
The Third Elder barked coldly.
He had only this one son, whom he usually doted upon—afraid he might melt in his mouth or fly from his grasp.
Now, he had been blasted into a cripple by Chen Han.
How could he bear this!
CRACKLE—
The Third Elder glared, his entire aura erupting without restraint. The surrounding air seemed to warp, and the faint crackle of thunder could be heard.
"Brat, I'll make you pay!"
BOOM!
The aura from the Third Elder was like Mount Tai crashing down; even the air around Chen Han began to crackle and pop.
'So powerful!'
Chen Han's heart lurched in shock.
His body couldn't help but tremble slightly, and he was unceremoniously forced back several steps by this aura.
