Lang Zhan was excited. He looked at the Dao fruit in his hand. The request he had dreamed of had finally been realized.
With the help of this Dao fruit, he would be able to break through to the martial King realm.
If his luck was off the charts, he might be able to condense a Dao fruit.
Feeling the power coming from the Dao fruit in his palm, lang Zhan's eyes were wide open.
After a long while, he calmed his mind and stabilized his emotions before solemnly putting away the Dao fruit.
He looked outside.
"Men!"
A demonic devil walked in from the outside. His name was lang poxing, an elder of the demonic Wolf Clan.
"Greetings, King!" Lang poxing bowed respectfully.
"Wu Dao was killed." Lang Zhan's eyes were cold as he spoke with killing intent.
BOOM!
A terrifying killing intent erupted from lang poxing's body. The moment the blood-red killing intent appeared, it condensed into a physical form, and an immense pressure enveloped the entire Hall.