The Son-In-Law Shot to Fame novel Chapter 467

“Is this the best you can do?” Donald ridiculed. “Since you dare lay a finger on the army of Yorksland, I will teach you what 'despair' means today.”

Then, Donald lifted his foot and booted the ground.

Vroom!

Ear-shattering explosions followed one after another, shaking up the whole no man's land.

What came next were shrieks and screams of thousands of special forces soldiers who were flung upward into the air en masse. The projectiles halted mid-air before Donald held out his five fingers and clenched his fist.

Poof!

All of them were smashed into dust.

What? What kind of power is this?

Before that attack was over, Donald lifted his hand again and another five thousand soldiers were hurled into the air. The same fate befell them when they were burned into ashes.

Nathan, Finnley, and Rosie were awestruck.

Did he just kill ten thousand men?

Beerus, Pharaoh, Erskine, and Hobarton froze with their eyes glued to the sight as their faces turned colorless.

Since when did Yorksland have such a formidable warrior?

“This is insane!” Finnley exclaimed.

Rosie was equally shaken. Her beautiful eyes said it all when they widened in disbelief.

His power is terrifying.

As a Novem Stella Warrior himself, Nathan thought he was already at the pinnacle, but when he saw Donald, his mind was blown away.

“Who are you?” Erskine roared.

“Who am I?” Donald mumbled as if he was talking to himself. “I'll show you who I am.”

Clang'. The metal box he carried was flung into the air and it opened up on its own. A sparkling halberd dropped from the metal box into his hand.