Stomped Under a Foot

"That' right. With me, Wang Jun around, who dares to provoke the Wang Clan."

After speaking those words, Wang Jun appeared outside the palace. Like an unprecedented God of Warrior, his gaze stretched on for three thousand miles and his arrogance overpowered all nine levels of heaven.

After he saw Ling Xian, his expression changed a little. But very quickly, his cockiness was restored.

"Wang Jun is it? Perfect. Let's finish what we started."

The corner of Ling Xian's lips curled up and he faintly grinned. "So we meet again."

"I have been waiting for this moment. Now, I can stomp on you."

Wang Jun appeared arrogant. Like a God who doesn't think highly of anything or anything, he obviously didn't care about Ling Xian.

"It should be your past humiliation. After all, you lost last time." Ling Xian smiled.

"You are seeking death!"