"Haotian? Hahaha! Are you even worthy?"
The Hierarch of the Wu family laughed, his face full of mockery.
The title of Haotian was extremely honorable and had an extraordinary meaning. Not everyone was worthy of this title.
How could this human ant, a medicine jar, be worthy of such an extraordinary title?
What a joke!
"Haotian? You really don't know your place!"
The nine-colored camp also let out cold laughter.
"You'll know in a while whether you're worthy or not!" "Go!" Tang Hao shouted coldly as he walked through the layers of formations.
"Hmph! I hope you're not so weak that you can't even take one of my moves!" Hierarch Wu laughed.
He didn't care about this hundred-year-old Supreme martial artist at all. The human race was inferior to his nine-colored God race to begin with, let alone a Supreme martial artist who had been forcibly promoted. He wouldn't be able to withstand a single blow!
