His Finest Hour X

Jiang Chen knew he wouldn't be able to dodge it, so he tried his best to fight back.

"Stupid!" the Third Prince shouted. His fists generated nine thunders.

Nine thunders?!

It was beyond Xue Rentian's expectations. He couldn't help but feel sorry for the unlucky Jiang Chen.

The Redcloud Sword and the two fists hit against each other after the last thunder. The space between the two seemed to be shattered to pieces by the explosion.

Jiang Chen lost his grip on the sword. He flew off the ground like a kite.

In comparison, the Third Prince was standing there steadily. He didn't move a single bit.

The electricity from his fists hadn't vanished, and was recovering rapidly.

Jiang Chen bumped into the transparent wall of the barrier with a sickening thud. The spectators couldn't help but wonder whether his internal organs had been ruptured.