"Come on, don't you want to kill me? Despite your great tricks, come on!" Chen Jiu's head is only over a meter old. He is standing in front of two wicked silver armoured women with a wooden stick. It's a joke.

"Eight Beasts Destruction!" Silver armour woman, Zhang Yawu claws then pounced on Chen Jiu in the past, without any mercy, obviously want to tear him up.

"Be careful!" General Tiandun watched nervously for fear that Chen Jiu might have something in common.

"Get away!" At the critical moment, Chen Jiu's long stick hit the silver armoured women in the palm of their hands, and their speed was as fast...