He also flew into the sky.
The incomparably majestic Combat God only glanced at him up and down, and said in a calm voice,""An interesting bug, but it's just a bug. Killing you will only stain my hands!"
Hearing this, Han Bufan sneered." I'm the disciple of the God of Martial Arts. Today, I'm going to fight on behalf of my master. Is this what you want?""
Combat God finally looked at Han Bufan again.
His eyes gradually turned cold as he said coldly,"Do you know what kind of existence you are talking to? Die!"
The God of Combat stretched out an arm.
Instantly.
The entire world seemed to have darkened.
His hand turned into a huge shadow. With a light grab, he grabbed Han Bufan in his hand.
Han Bufan was one of the strongest Martial Saints in Huaxia.
However, in the face of this power, he was like a fish that had been stranded.
Seeing that Han Bufan actually couldn't withstand a single move.
More than ten figures appeared below the palace.
