There is no expression at all, and the whole person is like an iceberg, carrying a bloody sword on his back.

Walking towards the square, his cold eyes glanced at the hundreds of thousands of peerless geniuses in the square, but there was no movement at all.

"grim Reaper!"

"Bolan, the god of death!"

"It's him!"

"This time the overall ranking is undisputed."

Finally, all kinds of discussions rang out from everywhere in the square. At the same time, the young man from the Howling God Clan shrouded in black robes, the stunningly beautiful girl from the Mengluo Wing Clan, and His Royal Highness Prince Manka Star in full battle robes, it seemed as if the sky could not suppress them.

The defeated savage, the six-meter-tall obese man with a huge bloody ax on his back, squinted his eyes and saw the young man with green hair and strange green secret lines on his face...

All over the square, the truly superpowers who were at the forefront among the millions of geniuses were all staring at the young man in white with the bloody sword on his back.

Among these powerful people, of course Luo Feng is included!

"The God of Death." Luo Feng silently stared at the figure in the distance and murmured, "The God of Death, Bolan?"

"I don't know who is better, him or Brother Wang."
Chapter completed!