"Ha ha ha, oh, this is really touching ..." The God of Destruction looked at Qiao Chu and the others that stood before him. Suddenly he smiled with his bloodshot eyes. His gaze glazed past them as he looked at Jun Wu Xie standing behind them quietly with unconcealed malevolence.
"Jun Wu Xie, are you very touched? So many people are willing to die for you ..." The God of Destruction curled his lips. The thrill of revenge in his heart grew stronger and stronger. He stretched out his hand to point at Qiao Chu and said to them:
"Qiao Chu, Hua Yao, Fan Zhuo ... Ah, this ugly monster, should it be Fei Yan?
The God of Destruction's fingers suddenly stopped when he touched the Fei Yan bandages on his face.
Fei Yan's eyes stared sharply at the God of Destruction, but the God of Destruction laughed.
