"Heh, naive! In this world, except for yourself, nobody is truly on your side!"
Xue Hong glanced coldly at Ling Feng, then looked at Blood Eagle, scolding harshly, "Useless, you can't even take down a mere Extreme Human Emperor."
"I... I... this kid, he's no... not ordinary... splurt—"
Blood Eagle's shoulder was crushed by Ling Feng and was then thrown heavily. At this moment, his Qi-Blood was churning, and he couldn't stop vomiting blood, making it difficult for him to speak coherently.
At the same time, Duan Tianya adjusted his breath, flew over, and stood next to Yuee HuaQin, choosing not to engage in the fight.
This self-proclaimed exceptional guy clearly had no intention of helping Ling Feng at all.
"Brother Duan, why did you come over here?"
Yuee HuaQin gritted her silver teeth, glanced at Duan Tianya, and urgently said, "Go help Junior Brother Ling!"
