Breaking the World

Han Sen complicatedly looked at Zhuo Dong Lai, who was exuding a strange sort of power that was different from the power elicited by the purple mist holy clothes.

Zhuo Dong Lai's body emitted a purple mist and glass-like words. The words looked as if they had been branded onto Zhuo Dong Lai's flesh. It was like when he was born, it had already been carved into his flesh.

"The rumors are true. Zhuo Dong Lai really is a man who was blessed by a god. Those mysterious words… Are they the words that he was born with?"

"Special people really are special people, even though he might not have a God Spirit Blood-Pulse."

"The face of the Sky Group Leader must be looking rather funny right now."

Many of the elites in the world were looking rather strange. Many of them felt happy about what was happening, whereas others felt extremely jealous. Only Han Sen's feelings could not be described.