"Senior mo, he ... What's wrong?"
In the nine-colored camp, the Supreme gods were all stunned.
The top expert of the nine-colored celestial race, the God of killing, the ruthless senior mo, was being held down by a human brat. He spat out blood and was sent flying again and again. His hair was disheveled, and he looked extremely pathetic.
This scene was simply too absurd.
They couldn't accept it at all.
It was already heaven-defying enough for that human boy to defeat two reverent-god level experts from the Wu family. After all, he was not even a hundred years old yet. However, looking at his current situation, this boy could actually fight against a peak nine-star expert.
Just how heaven-defying was this?
They just looked on in a daze, completely shocked and speechless.
After being sent flying again, killer god mo pulled back his body, his expression turning somewhat crazy.
