Of the tens of thousands of martial artists present, only Zhao datou stepped forward, so he was particularly eye-catching.
All the martial artists 'gazes fell on him.
Zhao datou's heart was beating like a drum, but his expression remained unchanged as he glared at the martial artists of the giant city.
Although there were dozens of patriarchs of megacity in the square, and hundreds of battle King Warriors, Zhao datou had no choice but to step forward.
His own brother was at the mercy of others, but as the boss, he didn't do anything. Wouldn't that chill the hearts of his other brothers?
From the moment he stood up, big head Zhao was already prepared to die, but there was a faint trace of regret in his heart.
The secret he was hiding would probably be brought to his grave.
The captured bandits of the bear Ridge were in tears. They tried to break free from the control, but they were cut down by the saber.
"Brother!"
