"Has he gone mad?"
Everyone was staring at the knife-wielding figure charging straight toward the Blood Crown Black Swamp Boa, with blank expressions on their faces. Was he going to oppose the Black Swamp Boa with his own strength? Was he planning to snatch the seed pod of the Monarch Lotus from the mouth of a spirit beast that was infinitely close to becoming eighth grade?
That was simply deranged and foolhardy!
That was the thought on everyone's mind at the moment. If Bu Fang was a seventh grade Battle-Saint, they might consider his behavior as worthy of praise. However, Bu Fang was merely a fifth grade Battle-King. From their point of view, his current behavior was simply stupid beyond belief!
A fifth grade Battle-King was simply a feeble ant before the Black Swamp Boa that defeated two Battle-Saints at once. Perhaps with a single swipe of its tail, this young man would be turned into dust!
