Zhou Hao directly pushed away the people in front of him, and just in time to see Ling Tian lying motionlessly on the edge of the stage, spitting out blood.
The fire in his eyes burned like the sun.
It was impossible to beat the other party to such a half-crippled state in a normal challenge.
"Little bastard, do you think anyone can challenge me?"
"Then I'll let you enjoy the feeling of your bones being crushed."
A brawny middle-aged man with a vicious look in his eyes was looking at the unconscious Ling Tian on the ground with a smug expression.
"I heard that this man is from the Silver King sect. I wonder if their commander is afraid of seeing his brother beaten up like this and is hiding."
"What Silver King sect? I'm a member of the star group. Who would listen to a coward like them who only knows how to bully the weak and fear the strong?"
The onlookers standing on the side kept slandering the team that Zhou Hao and his team had established.
