Peerless War God in City

A special weapon that could pierce through a half meter thick steel plate could actually only leave a small hole on Haotian's clothes.    

The issues described therein.    

Chen Lang was very clear!    

Therefore, he was much more powerful than an ordinary martial artist. Although he had not reached the Transcending Mortality Stage yet, if he were to channel all his true qi into his body and form the Xiantian Astral Qi to block this bullet, then that would be enough.    

It could be done.    

But...    

Haotian, however, could do it with just his physical body!    

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Chen Lang would never have believed it. What kind of body did he need to have in order to achieve such a feat?    

He stared at Haotian, his entire body trembling. His heart was already extremely shocked, and he was completely speechless.    

Seeing this, Haotian faintly smiled. He extended his hand and gently patted the dust that was left on his clothes. After which, he slowly raised his head.    

At the same time.    

An icy chill burst out of his originally indifferent eyes, as if a blade's edge had penetrated the heart of anyone who looked into his eyes.    

Haotian's eyes were like dragons, cold as the stars as he stared straight at Chen Lang. Under his gaze, the latter felt as if he was being stared at by an eternal and primordial behemoth.    

When Haotian saw this, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up and the smile on his face became even more pronounced.    

He walked leisurely, step by step, towards Chen Lang. His steps were leisurely as if he was spreading out.    

"Swish."    

"Ta …"    

Haotian's footsteps made a series of light sounds as he stepped on the ground. It was very rhythmic as they rose and fell without end. It was very pleasing to the ears, as if it was fun.    

However, when this voice entered Chen Lang's ears, it was like the wails of evil ghosts in hell. Every step that Haotian took, his heart would beat faster.    

As a member of Dragon Group, Chen Lang had gone through many battles, and his hands were also stained with a lot of blood.    

However, he had never been as scared as he was today.    

Although Haotian was indifferent, when facing him, Chen Lang felt like he was facing a mountain.    

Especially that pair of indifferent and profound eyes of Haotian. Looking at those eyes, he felt as if he was suffocating.    

Chen Lang gasped nonstop and his body kept backing away. At this moment, his originally complacent face was covered with sweat. Like a waterfall, it started to pour down.    

Just by looking at his expression, one could tell how nervous and how afraid he was right now.    

Chen Lang himself felt it, but the deepest part was that he felt like his heart was about to fall out.    

Finally.    

When Haotian was about five meters away from him, he finally could not resist anymore.    

Immediately, with his head lowered, he begged Haotian in an incomparably miserable manner: "Yes …" "Sorry, I was impulsive just now. I apologize to you!"    

"I beg you, don't bother with me anymore, I beg you!"    

"I beg of you, please let me go, please don't move forward anymore!"    

Haotian, with his hands behind his back, turned a deaf ear. It was as if he did not hear Chen Lang's cries or pleas for mercy. His indifferent face still carried a hint of a demonic smile as he slowly walked towards Chen Lang.