The dilapidated arena.
Li Yunyang stood up with a grave expression, as his carelessness had caused him severe injuries.
Luckily, the inheritance of the Ancient Dragon God was no vegetarian; it quickly suppressed and eradicated the Heavenly Tyrant Power within his body.
Wang Hao held a doll in one hand and a long needle in the other, mumbling something under his breath.
Li Yunyang said coldly, "Wang Hao, now is the time for battle, not for needlework."
Wang Hao smiled, not taking offense, and violently stabbed the needle into the doll's head.
"Ah…"
At that moment, Li Yunyan screamed miserably as he held his head, rolling on the ground continuously.
Qian Wanyang and Chen Yao, the two junior brothers, turned to look at Ling Xiao, only to see his face had completely darkened.
"Senior brother, what happened to your face!?" Wang Hao asked curiously.
What happened!
Don't you have any sense!?
