At that moment, the God of Destruction clutched his chest, feeling as though he had been struck by a massive mountain when Tang San's previous palm had swept toward him.
Just how much of the Golden Dragon King's power had he swallowed in a single breath?
A troubled expression crossed the face of the God of Destruction, but as he looked at Tang San's current rough and rugged state, a mocking smirk still managed to curl the corner of his mouth.
Chapter 1299