'It's a f * cking array formation, a f * cking fat chicken, and a f * cking centipede…'
The centipede was stunned. It looked at Su Zhiyu again, but it couldn't remember seeing this person before it.
"Are you trying to be a god with me!" After saying that, the centipede threw a slap at Su Fan.
However, Su Zhiyu had already made his move when his arm was only halfway through its swing. The centipede's head spun three and a half times, leaving only a terrified face to look at its companions standing behind it.
"Which f * cking bastard is called Fat Chicken! Die and come out!"
Seeing the centipede's tragic death, the remaining Six Heroes of the Ghost Faction felt a chill run down their spines.
Although Centipede's cultivation was the weakest among the seven of them, it was still a Great Mystic Master. It was able to kill him in one hit…
" Xuanling!?"
