The Paragon of the fiery Zhao race walked out of the main hall and saw a young man standing in the sky above the Golden Dragon family with his hands behind his back.
This person was naturally Lu Ming.
"You're alone?"
The paragons of the fiery Vulture race were slightly stunned when they saw that Lu Ming was alone.
A person who dared to kill his way here was truly reckless.
Lu Ming looked at the paragons of the fiery Zhao clan. He said calmly, " I'll give you a chance now. Get out of here immediately, and you can avoid death!
"Hehehe ..."
Lu Ming's words made the more than one hundred people from the fiery owl tribe so angry that they laughed.
Give them a chance to get lost, and they can avoid death?
Was this person an idiot?
"Kid, Who are you?"
The red-haired young man was calmer. He stared at Lu Ming and sized him up carefully before asking in a deep voice.
