Opposite Song Zhong, the sharp-edged cultivator merely pointed a finger, and the entire space was instantly filled with a foul, bloody stench. Thick green gas flooded this whole area.
Song Zhong's brows knitted tightly. After coming to this place, he really had intended to keep a low profile, mainly because he had no idea just how strong those God Race beings were.
And the reason those God Race had set up this so-called Martial Arts Tournament was definitely to amuse themselves. Those God Race should be watching them right now.
If he displayed an ability that made the God Race feel he was dangerous, what if those God Race decided he was a threat and directly attacked him?
So he truly had planned to find a few weak gods, kill them outright, and quietly enter the next round. Who would have thought he would run into a lunatic like this?
"You really intend to fight me to the end?"
Thunder suddenly surfaced around Song Zhong. Only, the thunder he released now was not complete thunder, yet even so, bolt after bolt of lightning still filled this space.
After the poisonous gas touched the thunder, it instantly shattered, went out, was devoured, and vanished without a trace.
Opposite him, when the sharp-edged cultivator saw this, there was not the slightest fear on his face. His expression even became increasingly excited.
"Interesting, truly interesting. I never thought I'd run into a fellow with decent cultivation. This thunder of yours is very strong. I've never seen any cultivator with thunder as powerful as yours."
As he spoke, he even stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, saying somewhat crazily, "What I love is a powerful cultivator like you. You can't possibly think that the poisonous gas I released is all of my