Two figures appeared in the air and landed on the fighting ring, attracting everyone's attention.
Tianming, dressed in white, was shrouded in a mysterious light, like a banished immortal descending to the mortal world, untainted by dirt.
With a faint smile, he looked at Lu Ming and said, " "You are very strong, but you are still destined to lose!"
Bullsh * t! I control my own fate. No one can control my fate. If anyone can, I'll crush them all!
Lu Ming was extremely overbearing.
He didn't believe in the so-called fate, that his destiny was in his own hands, not the heavens!
Only when one was strong enough could one change or even reverse fate.
the people before didn't believe it either. They thought that they could go against fate, but in the end, they couldn't escape fate!
Tianming didn't get angry and said indifferently, as if he was in control of everything.
