"Yang… Yang Fusheng?"
Sensing the pressure that was so strong that it was about to crush his soul, Wang Meng swallowed hard and said nervously, "If you dare to kill us, the Zombie Divine Palace will definitely not let you off. You should know how powerful the Ninth Venerable is. Don't harm yourself."
"Oh? You know me?"
Yang Fusheng smiled and nodded. "That's true. I'm a super genius in the zombie world. I'm the only zombie king who has received the blessings of the Zombie Divine Palace."
"I'm a superstar among zombies. It's not strange for zombies like you to know."
"!!!"
Wang Meng's three corpses had a toothache.
He really wanted to slap him to death for bragging.
He felt that Yang Fusheng only dared to speak like that because he had the support of a million soldiers.
Otherwise, they would have beaten him up.
