The Favored Son of Heaven

Du Peng, who had just taken on Du Yu’s palm, had a body that was on the brink of collapse. The internal energy within his body had been instantly depleted at that moment. No matter how he struck, he was incapable of breaking the crystal coffin. The quiet hall resonated with the sound of his hands striking the crystal coffin.

“Get up! Get up…big bro you should get up…”