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

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!"

"A terrifying existence with hundreds of phantom bodies appears at the stellar level. I really don't know how he cultivates. No matter how powerful his bloodline is, he shouldn't be so perverted!"

"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 Tribe, and His Highness Prince Manka Star wearing a silver battle suit, seemed like the capital of heaven.

The unbreakable savage, the fat young man with a height of six meters who carries a bloody giant axe, with green hair and strange green secret lines on his face...

All over the square, the truly super strong people 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.

The same is true for Lin Yan.

"Bolan, the God of Death?"

He looked at this white-clothed figure and suddenly remembered the days when he had studied hard to surpass him. This was undoubtedly the most terrifying opponent in this genius battle, and a super genius who had only appeared in tens of thousands of epochs. Lin Yan couldn't help but smile on his face.
Chapter completed!