Lu Ming sneered.
Fearless?
If he was really fearless, he wouldn't have talked so much nonsense with him. He would probably have killed him with a slap.
"Kill!"
Lu Ming let out a long hiss and launched an attack, his figure suddenly pouncing towards Feng wuchen.
Many people sighed.
Lu Ming was still the same Lu Ming, the Lu Ming who stirred up a storm in the ancient Moon Holy Land.
He was still so bold as to kill Feng wuchen, the wind race's King body, in front of the wind race's martial sovereign.
"Impudent!"
The wind race's martial sovereign shouted and pressed down with one hand. A powerful aura was exerted on Lu Ming's body.
In an instant, the air in the surroundings seemed to have frozen. Lu Ming felt as if hundreds of mountains were pressing down on him. His body came to a halt.
"Bubble, let's attack together!"
Lu Ming sent a voice transmission to bubbles.
