"Hahahahaha..." Wang Jinhu laughed again: "King of Netherworld, there are times when you admit defeat. How can you still play Netherworld Fist?"

King Netherworld remained silent, his eyes only staring at the Wu Wang Sword in Chen Dong's hand.

Chen Dong asked: "If I use the King of Wu Sword, and then use the trick to capture the thief first to capture the king... can you break it?"

King Netherworld shook his head: "I can't break it."

"Okay, then I will take Island Master Wang away!"

Chen Dong put away the Wu Wang Sword, walked over to lift Wang Jinhu up, and stuffed a Xiong She Wan into his mouth.

Wang Jinhu was seriously injured and made a face at King Netherworld: "King Netherworld, I'm leaving first. Let's meet again if we are destined..."

"Stop!" King Netherworld suddenly shouted.

Wang Jinhu raised his eyebrows: "What's the matter, are you still keeping your word?"

The Netherworld King ignored Wang Jinhu, but stared at Chen Dong and said: "God of Medicine, theoretically, if you kill my ghost tiger, I must take your life... But now, you have a chance to survive, I

I ask you a question, and you must answer it honestly, as this will determine your life or death!"

Chen Dong frowned and said, "What?"

"What's the relationship between you and the sloppy Taoist?"

As the King of Netherworld spoke, he secretly clenched his fists. Countless energies visible to the naked eye were swimming in his fists, wreaking havoc...
Chapter completed!