651 Mo Bing, Goddess Scepter!

The muscles on Kipling's face trembled violently without his control. His face was as black as the bottom of a pot as he stared at Wang Teng eerily. He had never been so angry at a person.

Wang Teng was the first one!

The expressions of Great Sage Fara and the other holy knights were strange. They felt that this young man from Country Xia was revengeful and stubborn. He had managed to infuriate Kipling to this stage.

At the same time, they were astounded. Looking at the huge trench on the ground and the lifeless holy knights, they sighed at his ruthlessness but were amazed at this strength.

This young man was terrifying!

Not only was he powerful, but he was also narrowminded. Who would dare to provoke him in the future?

If anyone wanted to become his enemy, they needed to see if they could withstand his punch first.

The punch was a standard.