The divine Son stood in the air and looked down at Lu Ming. He did not change his mind at all because of Lu Ming's words. The killing intent in his eyes was as cold as a knife.
"Hehe, what a joke, what goading? It's obvious that you're afraid, or rather, the tianshen sect is afraid. They're afraid that I'll grow up, so they sent you here to find a random reason to kill me. Otherwise, why would you not even dare to accept the challenge?"
Lu Ming said.
"No matter how glib your tongue is, you will still die today!"
die! the Son of God shouted coldly. Holy light burst forth, forming a blade of holy light that illuminated the world.
Roar!
A Dragon's Roar erupted from Zi Feng's mouth, pressing towards the divine Son.
"Get lost!"
