Killing the Saint Kings

"Hahaha, Zhou Han, you really talk big!"

"If not for the power of the Flying Serpent Saint Emperor, do you think you would still be alive today?"

"However, the heavens really have eyes. You actually courted death and came to the Abyss. Today is the day of your death!" Pei Ming said fiercely, the light of hatred in his eyes could no longer be hidden.

The two of them were filled with ferocious and teasing smiles. After all, in their eyes, Zhou Han's strength was not worth mentioning at all. He was just a junior.

They were Saint King experts who had been famous for a long time and had super strength and foundation.

Therefore, they did not take it to heart at all.

Such hatred naturally had to be vented through torture.

This was also why they did not attack Zhou Han immediately.

"Even if you kneel down and beg for mercy now, it's useless!"

"You have to die, and you'll die in a very rhythmic way!"