Bang bang bang bang!
Mr. X's figure suddenly split into four, each figure confronting one of the Four Great Prison Kings.
With a dull thud, the bodies of the Four Great Prison Kings flew outward like kites with broken strings.
Strangely, although the four suffered tremendous force, they weren't injured.
Except for King Doer, whose old wounds flared up, causing him to spit a mouthful of blood.
The others landed lightly on the ground, rolled over, and leaped back up.
The bone-thin Mr. X stood there, his face full of arrogance.
It turned out he rushed forward at unbelievable speed, exchanging moves with each of the Four Great Prison Kings.
Because his speed was so fast, it seemed as if he was split into four.
The Four Great Prison Kings stood in place, staring blankly at Mr. X.
His power had exceeded everyone's expectations.
Before Mr. X, the imposing Four Great Prison Kings were like three-year-old children, unable to counterattack at all.
