C97 The Blood of the Taotie

Guo Hu was seething with rage. His father had passed away just a few days prior, and now Xiao Tianhai was mocking him. "Bullshit War God, trash War God! Does Xiao Tianche really deserve such a title? Just wait and see how my elder brother will crush him."

Guo Hu's martial arts talent was subpar, and his strength was mediocre at best. He didn't dare to start a physical altercation