"Haha, just a bunch of worthless chickens and dogs. Are they really what you're relying on?" Zhao Sheng glanced over the eight lifeless figures opposite him, paused on one of them, and suddenly chuckled lightly.
As he spoke, he tossed the Nine Nether Tower into his mouth, hiding it under his tongue.
"Hmph, at death's door and still dare to be so boastful, truly ignorant of your own demise!" Hu Qianqian, emboldened, roared angrily.
Timing was swift, as if in slow motion!
Zhao Sheng's eyes flickered slightly, and he suddenly vanished into thin air from where he stood.
Boom... Boom... Boom...
In an instant, seven figures were simultaneously engulfed by blinding fist lights, unable to even unleash a final strike before being completely smashed.
An ancient saying goes: if one's skills are superior by a line, they're boundless.
In this situation, that sentiment was perfectly illustrated.
