901
"The Ghost God of Nanyang made his move, this person is undoubtedly doomed to die!"
The murderous intent in Zhu Wuneng's eyes grew even denser; today, he really was driven to fury.
So many people actually couldn't kill two men. Fortunately, they had made full preparations in advance and invited a top-notch expert, otherwise, they would have been really unlucky.
"Kill him!"
Zhu Wuneng roared.
"No problem!"
The Ghost God of Nanyang sneered coldly. He had won the championship in the no-limit combat competition he held in the Nanyang area and killed no less than a hundred opponents.
His hands were stained with blood, and this kid in front of him actually wanted to fight him; it was simply courting death.
"Kill!"
With his shout, he started running.
He ran like an elephant in the arena, causing the ground to tremble.
This guy's power was extremely terrifying.
Otherwise, Zhang Qi wouldn't have been sent flying by his punch just now.
Strength was his confidence.