Jiang Ding's words deeply pierced Vajra Tuduo's heart.
"The Blood Cloud Eighteen Knights, the big shots of the Northern Plains, seem imposing, but in reality, they are nothing more than lost dogs in the hands of the Righteous Demonic Alliance. Perhaps at this very moment, the leader Blood Cloud himself has already been beheaded by Patriarch Nascent Soul."
"Even if the Blood Cloud Eighteen Knights have fallen, it's not your place to criticize, you early-stage Golden Pill practitioner!"
Vajra Tuduo growled lowly.
Boom!
The Covered Kongo Drum floated above his head, booming, sending out rings of gold light, enveloping his trunk, arms, and head as if he was draped in a layer of thick gold armor, impenetrable to all magic.
"Die!"
Vajra Tuduo roared, his muscles bulging, and his speed and strength suddenly surged. In a single leap, he covered a distance of several hundred yards, and his carriage-sized hammer cast a large shadow over the ground.
