C1996 No Idea

"Golden Roc Demon Emperor Fan Zhen, what percentage of certainty do you have to be able to kill me? Ten percent, ten percent … Or was it killed by me instead? "

Xiao Yi stood proudly in the sky.

The current him was like a descending god. His entire body was exuding a prideful and arrogant aura. Just a glance at him was enough to cause people to tremble in fear