Wu Po Jiuxiao

There is no cloud in the sky, but thunder and lightning flashed out of thin air, and the surrounding airflow seems to have begun to become hot. The title of King Yanyan is definitely not for nothing. In a fit of anger, what is the momentum of the King of Martial Arts? This Meng Chen can resist.

Both legs were kneeling on the ground fiercely at this moment, with blood flowing, Donggong Taiyi said coldly:

"Hmph, Meng Hen, don't think that you can act presumptuously in front of me with this level of strength! King Wu's dignity cannot be insulted, if you want to challenge yourself, you can try it!"

At this time, Meng Hen's face showed a look of incomparable horror. The terrifying coercion seemed like a god descending in front of him. There was no possibility of any muscles in his body resisting, and even the blood in his body was trembling. They all started to reverse.

It is enough to kill a person in a blink of an eye!

The ups and downs are enough to decide a person's fate!

"Damn it, is this the strength of a Martial King-level powerhouse? I'm so far behind!"

Meng Hen's face became paler, but he could only say helplessly:

"Yes... Dean!"