"Weak! Too weak! Does your blood race only know how to brag? This kind of strength, you also dare to come out and pick a fight with your Grandpa Yang? I said that I'll beat you until you can't revive, then I'm beating you until you can't revive!"
Above the void, Yang Qing flew up while brandishing a long spear.
With the power of a single spear hit, Ba Hao inevitably vomited blood.
Ba Hao, who was similarly half-step True Sovereign Heaven, was not Yang Qing's match at all.
Each and every one of the blood race powerhouses' faces became black as the bottom of a pot.
Arrogance was not scary. The scary thing was that he was arrogant and you could not even beat him! This was especially true with Yang Qing, this guy whose mouth owed a beating.
Although Yang Qing was detestable, his strength was really strong.
