C1014 Naps

Meng Xinghen stopped fifty meters away from Su Jue, and his eyes flashed with a trace of complacency.

"Haha, Xing Hen has already won. Su Jue is definitely dead." At this time, Meng Tianen, who was standing above them, suddenly laughed.

"Why do you say that?" Jian Duao asked.

"The ultimate art of the Meng Clan … Heaven Trampling! If I use it when my opponent is only fifteen meters away