"Oh?"
The words of the God of Assassins made Hao Jian feel like he was hearing the funniest joke in the world. His lips curled into a sneer as he fiddled with his fingers and mocked, "If I remember correctly, you so-called God of Assassins have been beaten by me thirteen times, and the God of Mercenary by your side has been beaten by me eight times."
"What exactly gives you the courage to speak so grandly in front of me, to claim you can defeat the one standing before you, me, this..."
"God of Death!"
Just as Hao Jian's words fell, a pitch-black figure suddenly appeared around him, and a voice echoed with a chilling intent.
With a slight look ahead, Hao Jian's lips curved. The God of Mercenary and the God of Assassins had vanished there. His gaze suddenly darted thirty meters to the left, and he shook his head.
"Viper, your strength is still the same, unchanged!"
"Then try it!"
