Under the gaze of the crowd, a person suddenly appeared from the Blood Cloud, clad in a red robe and dressed in Black Armor, holding a pair of iron spears, laughing loudly,
"Yan Wenzhong! Today you are doomed! The heads of your Yan family father and son! I, Wang Santie, will claim them!"
"What! Could it be him!" "Yin Mountain Eighteen Riders! Wang Santie!" "Weren't you a general of Kan Country! Why did you join the Demon Sect!" "Everyone be careful! This is a Martial God!"
Sure enough, it's the constables of the Six Gates, known for remembering names at once.
Wang Santie, pleased to hear someone recognize his name, laughed loudly,
"Ha ha! Ridiculous! The Divine Sect Cultivation Method costs nothing! I just had to kill a few hundred lives to trade for it!
Check out the power of this move! Ha! Blood God Dominating Body Technique!"
"Boom!"
