"Magic Armor Scripture!"
Krosa called out the name of Wang Teng's cultivation technique, his expression extremely ugly.
He had never expected a Demon King Level Magic Armor Race Darkness Breed to have cultivated the "Magic Armor Scripture"!
This "Magic Armor Scripture" was an exceptionally profound tome of the Magic Armor Race. Ordinary members of the Magic Armor Race simply could not obtain the qualifications to cultivate it.
This meant that the Magic Armor Race Darkness Breed before him was definitely no ordinary member of the Magic Armor Race.
"Did this Blood Race fellow misunderstand something?" Wang Teng was slightly taken aback, his expression somewhat strange.
"Kid, which clan are you from?" Krosa asked.
Who the hell knows which clan? This Blood Race really has misunderstood something. Wang Teng found it increasingly strange inside, but outwardly he said calmly, "No comment!"
"..."
Krosa's face shifted between green and white.
This Magic Armor Race fellow looked down on him!
It actually looked down on him, a noble Brujah Clan Blood Race!
The Brujah Clan was one of the Blood Race's most ancient clans, with noble bloodlines beyond comparison to ordinary Blood Races.
What the hell was this Magic Armor Race fellow?
In an instant, his expression became utterly calm. He looked at Wang Teng, and dense bloody radiance seemed to gather within his scarlet eyes as he chuckled in a low voice:
"Hehehe... so what if you cultivated the 'Magic Armor Scripture'? You're merely at the Demon King Level. Do you really think you can contend against me?"
"Then let's give it a try." Wang Teng stared straight at the Darkness Breed before him, allowing a faint trace of mockery to show in his tone.
Get mad, my angry little tool!
Roar!
Krosa was indeed enraged beyond measure. He even let out