Realizing that the Divine Calculator didn't have Nascent Soul Stage combat prowess, Jin Ming and the other three were completely relieved.
Jin Sheng, Jin Tai, and Jin Ning, the three-headed demons, instantly charged at the Divine Calculator, rage glinting in each of their golden pupils.
To think they were deceived by a dead fat man, it was simply a great humiliation!
Jin Ming hovered in the sky, looking down at Chen Nan, a dangerous arc curling at the corner of his mouth.
"You challenged me before, now I accept. Come, let me see just how weak you humans truly are!"
His wings flapped fiercely behind him, instantly conjuring countless golden arcs of thunder. A fierce wind rose, and the thunder borrowed the wind's momentum, shooting at Chen Nan like countless tiny lightning bolts!
"Wind Blade!"
Chen Nan raised his hand, issuing several wind blades about a foot long, while also summoning the Jiao Long Armor, which floated over the surface of his body.
