Long Chen also saw himself in them. He couldn't help but feel a little bit.

"You are not going over. They are looking forward to the return of your backbone." Qianxue Huang said.

Long Chen shook his head and said: "They don't need me. Without me, they will be braver. This is the transformation of life. After passing this hurdle, they will be reborn."

He just needs to watch from here.

When Mu Li was defeated, it meant that the Ninth Clan no longer believed in them and had to regard them as powerful enemies.

"He is at the end of his strength. I will go up and defeat him."

A warrior whose cultivation level ranked among the top ten in the Ninth Clan rushed forward.

He was in his prime, while Pang Hong was at the end of his rope.

Another fight to the death.

What is shocking is that Pang Hong defeated again.

He was covered in blood and scarred, but his eyes were still strong, cold, and proud.

He said again: "The ninth clan, no one can fight."

This huge provocation would drive everyone in the Ninth Clan crazy.

Pang Hong alone killed two of their top ten masters in a row.

"Don't waste the master. He's dying. I'll go up."

Another late-stage Liangyi warrior rushed forward. His strength was not yet in the top ten.

He thought there would be no problem in fighting Pang Hong, who was almost fallen. But when the Zixiao Honglong rushed forward regardless of everything, the fighting spirit and indifference in its eyes made him panic.

The ninth clan. Another defeat.

Pang Hong stands proudly in the sky. Although he is covered in blood, he is simply an undefeated myth.

The Zhanlong clan had tears in their eyes. Pang Hong had made a very good start.

"Pang Hong, it's our turn." Luo Yan said worriedly.

Pang Hong laughed loudly and said: "No, I can fight ten more. Just watch."

Mu Huan took a deep breath. He was going crazy.
Chapter completed!