Prehistoric Civilization and Mexico City

After a moment of silence, no one knew who threw their military dagger to the ground first. Then the others looked at one another and tossed theirs aside as well.

Martial God Fengkuang and Six Imperial Extremity would not casually choose a place for a world-shaking showdown.

Ma Yinglong got goosebumps all over his body. A monstrous villain of the demonic path was talking about an embrace. If the people in this room had not been so far beyond his ability to offend, he might have bent over and vomited on the spot.

Once he accepted that fact in his heart, the sounds outside the tent became grating—though he did not know the exact time, such noise was clearly abnormal.

The head of the Alchemy Academy glared furiously at Xiao Chao and the others. He then looked at the three dragon youths beside Xiao Chao and sensed the aura of the Nine-Winged Dragon Emperor coming from the direction of the back mountain.

After closing the connection, he stared at the post he had published. The number of players replying had skyrocketed. He glanced through them and found nothing but all kinds of insults.

Thus, after arriving at Xiao Chao's side, Tian Nan Sheng hesitated slightly as he considered how he should address him.

Five million gold coins divided among more than twelve hundred people was equivalent to a frontline worker's monthly salary.

He hesitated for a long time, then smiled faintly. "We'll only know if we go in!" With that, he stepped forward and headed toward the stone gate.

As the old ape died, the other old ape let out a mournful howl. Its body twisted violently before it finally turned into a shower of light and vanished.

"My name is Jin Zihan. I'm from the Wula Sect." The boy