Chu Kuang traveled through time and transformed from a 200-pound muscular man to a 1.5-Meter-five-meter beautiful little white-haired princess. He was also forced to bind to the "Weak Saint System."
Facing the sky filled with demons, gods and Buddhas, and looking at his white and slender hands, Chu Kuang fell into deep thought.
The demon king smiled ferociously: "The delicate human saint, you will be my dinner tonight!"
The righteous genius' eyes were about to burst: "Don't hurt my saint! She is born weak and must not be frightened!"
The next second, Chu Kuang sighed, lifted up the hem of his skirt that was in the way, and made a big butt pocket with his backhand.
"Boom——!"
The sonic boom cloud exploded, and the Thousand-Year Demon King didn't even scream, but it turned into a rain of blood on the spot!
The whole place was dead silent.
Chu Kuang took out his silk handkerchief and wiped the brains from his fists. Looking at the crazy increase in physical fitness points, he said helplessly: "I really don't know magic. It all depends on my strength."
The demons all over the world knelt down and shouted wildly: Do you call this a weak constitution? !
