Zhao Xing's face was as ugly as it could get.
His old face was ashen, like a liver-colored purple, with eyes full of red.
Furious!
He originally thought everything was under his control, but in the end, he realized that the clown was actually himself.
This feeling made the always successful Zhao Xing feel terribly miserable. His blood-red eyes stared deadly at Fang Tianchi and the others across him, his eyes flashing with viciousness and cruelty: "How dare you all mock me like this, it's simply outrageous. Fang Tianchi, just wait and see. Even if we lose this first round, I will slay your Tiance Clan's Sacred Venerate expert first..."
With his strength in a duel with Fang Qingyun,
he could completely kill him!
As for Zhao Jin, who had reached four thousand steps on the Great Dao, facing Fang Tianchi was a losing situation, but Fang Tianchi absolutely didn't have the strength to kill Zhao Jin.
Zhao Yu and Fang Tianmiao were evenly matched.
