Xu Dong suddenly felt as if he had been run over by a heavy tank, retreating steadily, with bleeding from his mouth and nose.

In his eyes, he was extremely shocked and horrified.

The Black Church is well-known to the world for its divine arts, but they never expected that the God-Emperor’s melee combat ability would be so terrifying!

"Is it because of those divine lights?"

"The blessing in his hand is like a weapon, indestructible."

Xu Dong's eyes flickered as he looked at the God Emperor's hands, which were as bright as gold and extremely magical.

"Xu Dong, even if I don't use magic, I can easily kill you. This is the gap between realms, and also the gap between your Chinese martial arts and my Black Vatican's divine arts."

Looking at the pale Xu Dong, a sarcastic look flashed in the God Emperor's eyes.

The members of the Black Church are indeed weak in close combat, even the Son of God is no exception.

Once Xu Dong approaches, he can only passively resist.

But he is different.
Chapter completed!