C1900 Netherworld Ghost Cult

Although Xu Haotian had a headache, he did not stop this kind of battle. He had no rights to fight against strong people, nor did he have any reason to stop it.

"Hmph, overestimating yourself."

Xiaoyaozi said scornfully as he took a sip of his wine.

Then, he gave Xu Haotian a sly smile and opened and closed his lips a few times.

The next second, he tore open the void and walked in