Chapter 4792

The Holy Son had never endured such humiliation. In his world, he was always the oppressor—no one dared challenge him. His gaze fixed on Adrian, eyes dark and cold. If looks could kill, Adrian would have perished a thousand times. Before he could react, Adrian's fist crashed into his right shoulder with bone-shattering force. A sickening crack echoed through the air. "Ahh!" A scream of agony tore from the Holy Son's throat. In moments, he was defeated. Below, Andy watched the scene unfold, stunned. He'd hoped Adrian would put the arrogant Holy Son in his place, but seeing it happen left him speechless. "That's the Holy Son," he muttered in disbelief. Yet in Adrian's hands, he looked like worthless trash. Above, a faint smile tugged at Finnian's lips. "Haha! This kid is truly remarkable. He never stops surprising us." Suddenly, a figure shot down from the clouds—a middle-aged man from Sacred Lunaland. His face darkened as he took in the sight of the humiliated Holy Son sprawle