Chen Piaomiao laughed heartily and happily.

All the grievances I had endured over the past two years were vented at this moment.

"Damn it!"

In front of the church, all the twelve-winged angels looked extremely ugly.

It's so rich that it seems like water dripping from it.

"Isn't this dog-headed god claimed to be immortal and possess heaven-defying combat power? How come he was killed by King Xiaoyao in just three or two moves?"

"That is, he is not worthy of being a giant at all."

"He lived up to our expectations."

Everyone said with great anger.

But the saint shook his head, with an indescribable solemnity in his tone.

"This is not because of the dog-headed god, but because we underestimated King Xiaoyao."

"Where has he been in two years?"

"Why was the strength suddenly promoted from the wilderness realm to the universe realm?"
Chapter completed!