"Jian Wushuang, I will let you know today that you are only a joke in front of me," Emperor God Fan Yuan's voice was cold. Then, there was a fiery-red spear that appeared in his hand.
Rumble. A vast aura spread from his body.
Emperor God Jin Ming next to him revealed a cold smile. He knew Emperor God Fan Yuan's fighting power clearly. The sixty-second place on Heaven and Earth Supreme ranking list? That had been so many years ago.
"I shall see then," Jian Wushuang smiled faintly.
"I will not disappoint you," Emperor God Fan Yuan smirked and suddenly moved.
He moved and left a unique trace in the void. When he appeared again, he was in front of Jian Wushuang. At the same time, he held his spear with both hands and there was an ancient crimson ape that was roaring and giving out an intense, bloodthirsty aura.
"Crimson God Nine Spear!"
"Die!""Die!""Die!""Die!""Die!""Die!""Die!""Die!""Die!"
