"Your so-called divine son... is nothing special."

As Jun Wansheng and Ye Qingcang's eyes shrank in fear, Xiao Chen collected Ye Tian's broken corpse and belongings, then turned around with a cold smile, staring at Jun Wansheng and the others.

With a flash of white light, the injuries on Xiao Chen's body healed instantly.

Jun Wansheng and the others were shocked, each looking as if they had seen a ghost.