"Hahaha, I've heard many arrogant people say things like that, but in the end, they've all become test subjects of my Hand of God," Long Ming said. "No one that my Hand of God wants to capture has ever escaped."
"Is that so? Maybe I'll be the first in your records," Zhang Menglong beckoned with his hand, "Hurry up, I'm pressed for time!"
Long Ming's eyes revealed a murderous intent. Zhang Menglong was the first one to provoke them like this — everyone who hears the name Hand of God usually gets scared stiff!
"Go, cripple him if you must, but don't kill him. I still have use for his body!"
"Yes!"
Thousands of martial artists from Hand of God immediately formed a circle around Zhang Menglong. Although most of them were only at the Mystic-Breaking Realm, their combat power was definitely not inferior to ordinary God-breaking Realm martial artists of the Haotian Continent.
"Wing Chun, Ye Wen!" Zhang Menglong struck a pose and sent a martial artist flying with a one-inch punch.
