"Wang Hao, you've successfully angered this god!"
The God of Death's face instantly turned cold, and an extremely terrifying red energy was released from his body.
The crowd's complexion changed drastically. This aura fluctuation had completely reached the level of a Saint, and it was even that of a peak Saint.
"Wang Hao, be careful!"
Zhao Yiling tightly grasped Wang Hao's big hand, clearly sensing that the God of Death was not easy to deal with.
Wang Hao reassured her, "Don't worry, this guy can't make big waves!"
The God of Death's face was frighteningly gloomy. He was a strong warrior from the Pure Land of Bliss. After a century of cultivation, even though his cultivation was that of a peak Saint, his combat power definitely surpassed a peak Saint.
But this guy, Wang Hao, actually said he couldn't create big waves. How could he be so disrespectful!?
"Whoosh..."
At that moment, a sharp whistling sound rang out.
