On the sacrificial altar, Guo Jun looked at his fist in disbelief. Was this really his fist? Not someone else's? It slammed into Huang Xiaolong, a Seventh-stage Late Stage Peak Ancient God, and Huang Xiaolong actually said it felt comfortable?
Damn it, he said it felt comfortable!
Quite comfortable!
The more Guo Jun thought about it, the worse his expression became. His eyes tinged with blood lust as he stared at Huang Xiaolong, as if he wanted to tear Huang Xiaolong into shreds.
At this moment, Huang Xiaolong walked toward Guo Jun and said, "How about you throw a few more punches so I can loosen up a bit, give me a massage."
Throw a few more punches!
Massage!
Insult! This was blatant contempt!
Guo Jun roared angrily, like an injured fierce beast, suddenly throwing another punch at Huang Xiaolong. This time, he activated his entire Silver Whale Divine Power, intending to smash Huang Xiaolong completely into pieces, scum!
Die!
Roar!
