"Stop!"
An angry roar came from behind Tang Hao.
War god Mountain Master was in his golden armor, holding a blood-red spear, and chased after them like a madman.
He was so angry that his eyes were bloodshot.
That was a treasure of the true dragon, a peerless treasure. How could it be snatched away by others?
Moreover, he was the leader of war god mountain, who would dare to steal from him!
He burst out madly, pushing his speed to the limit.
"Return my divine spear!"
The old flood Dragon also came and roared.
He was so angry. He had been sleeping well at home, but who knew that four bastards would suddenly come and snatch his treasure?
Then, another person who was not in cahoots with the other four came out and took the divine spear away.
"Motherf * cker! There's usually no one around, so why is it so lively now?"
