On the platform, yang potian and Kong Lin's eyes were extremely solemn.
The eyes of Dark Child, the unscrupulous monk, and the divine Emperor were filled with shock.
"My hair is as white as rice, my Buddha ... Motherf * cking mercy! What a pervert!"
The unscrupulous monk chanted a nondescript Buddhist name.
"What a terrifying power!"
Lu Ming's eyes were solemn.
Lu Ming had a vague feeling that Long Chen's bloodline was not to be underestimated. It was definitely an extremely terrifying bloodline.
After defeating Tuoba Shi, Long Chen's arm returned to its original state and he stood there calmly.
He was very ordinary, but no one dared to look down on him. Not even emperors. As long as such a genius did not die, he would definitely become an Emperor in the future. He might even rise to a higher level and dominate the divine wilderness.
Such a genius was rare even in ancient times.
Now, there were only seven people left on the platform.
