"I'll do it!"

A gloomy voice sounded, and a silver-haired but energetic old man stood up.

It is the Netherworld King, the leader of the Netherworld Sect!

The Netherworld King is also a popular character to "win the championship" in this martial arts competition. Everyone thinks that he is not much different from the Spirit Dragon King and may win.

Even the Spirit Dragon King regards the Netherworld King as his biggest opponent.

His face instantly became serious.

So as soon as Netherworld King stood up, bursts of cheers came from all around.

Finally, we can have a good show to watch!

In fact, Netherworld King knew in his heart that he was no match for Spirit Dragon King.

He is a late-stage ninth-level grandmaster and is still far from the peak. He can only fight the Spirit Dragon King for nearly a hundred rounds at most.

But he thought about spending some of the Spirit Dragon King's energy first, so that when the sloppy Taoist came on stage, he might have a greater chance of winning.

——Until now, he still doesn’t know that the sloppy Taoist is dead. After all, he has never had a chance to talk to Chen Dong from beginning to end.

He also thought that Chen Dong was the head of Feixing Tower and was part of the sloppy Taoist's plan.

As the King of Netherworld gradually walked onto the stage, the originally solemn-looking Spirit Dragon King suddenly smiled: "King of Netherworld, long time no see!"

King Netherworld nodded and said, "Long time no see."

"Your Majesty is here, let's try to keep it as small as possible. What do you think?"

"good!"

The Flame Saint is nearby, and if he really unleashes his energy all over the sky, he might hurt the True Dragon Emperor.

So the two of them fought hand-to-hand at close quarters and bumped into each other after a few steps.

One used the Flying Dragon Palm and the other used the Netherworld Fist, and they started fighting "bang bang bang".
Chapter completed!