Shi Kuangtian stared at Zheng Zhi.

However, before he could speak, Bao Lei on the side had already taken the lead: "What a loud tone, do you really think that everyone in our Barbarian Cha army can't do it?"

Hearing this, Shi Kuangtian couldn't hold back and immediately agreed: "Okay."

"If you say so, then I won't have any psychological pressure."

The corner of Zheng Zhi's mouth cracked, and the Judgment Sword appeared in his hand again, pointing at the hundreds of officers of the Barbarian Army: "Ziyun Army, Zheng Zhi with the golden character flag, challenges all the officers of the Barbarian Army here, who dares to challenge?"

As soon as this statement came out, the whole place was in an uproar.

Isn't this too arrogant?

The officers of the Barbarian Army were no longer calm, and all their eyes shot towards Zheng Zhi.

If looks could kill, Zheng Zhi had been cut into pieces by a thousand cuts and Ling Chi had him executed.

On the other hand, Ziyun Army's side erupted into shocking cheers.

"Zheng Zhi is mighty!"

Many warriors even raised their fists to cheer him on.

Within three seconds, an officer from the Mansha Army stood up.

This is a man wearing a tiger skin and holding a trident, with half of his chest exposed.

And on the exposed half of his chest, there was a scar that was thirty centimeters long.

Although it has scabbed for many years, it still gives people a sense of shock.

"The Mancha Army's tiger camp fights with a thousand men and a tiger, seeking defeat!"

As the sound fell, a terrifying pressure was released.
Chapter completed!