"Ling Tian!"

Yi Zhongtian and others were shocked.

There was shame and anger flashing across his face.

Zhao Wuliang was right, they were too weak with 20,000 people. They couldn't help anything.

"interesting!"

Feeling the strange fighting energy, Ling Tian murmured.

It's not that he can't avoid it, but he just wants to taste how powerful this thing is.

He has really never experienced this thing.

Back in Lingnan, he could also transform his fighting spirit, but he was far less powerful than Zhao Wuliang.

"Hmph, what's up, are you convinced this time?"

Zhao Wuliang came here with fighting intent.

Standing down from a high position with a ferocious smile.

"Hehe, hehehe...'

However, Ling Tian shook his head and couldn't help but sneer.

"Why are you laughing when you are about to die?"

Zhao Wuliang frowned.

Ling Tian's unprovoked smile made him panic for no reason.

"I laugh at you for being pathetic!"

"An army?!"

"Do you really think that I, Ling Tian, ​​don't have one?"

Ling Tian slowly stood up from the gravel on the top of the mountain, holding the spear high in his hand.

"We are facing a formidable enemy, but how can a traitor take over!"

"Ling Tian wants to drive away the barbarians and kill the sycophants!"
Chapter completed!