"Ah!"
A scream rang out.
The next moment, Lin Beiliu's body was sent flying out, coughing up blood profusely.
"You think you can test my strength?" sneered Long Zhen'ao from the sky, his eyes filled with disdain as he looked down upon the other.
"How is this possible?"
"Lin Beiliu, a Divine Son of our current age, has just been defeated by Long Zhen'ao with a single strike!"
"Is this the power of the Young Kings of the Ancient Clan?"
Everyone in the city furrowed their brows, a look of apprehension in their eyes.
No one had expected Long Zhen'ao to possess such overwhelming strength that he could defeat a Divine Son with one move.
"I've heard that the strongest among the young generation of our time are you Divine Sons; yet, this is all the strength you possess. If the others are only at this level, then I must say I'm quite disappointed," Long Zhen'ao taunted from the sky, his face full of arrogance, looking at Lin Beiliu whose mouth was still stained with blood.