"Damn, this guy was really arrogant.
He didn't take big brother seriously at all."
Feng Jiu watched Number One, the Poison-element God King, step onto the Gods Battle Platform without even sparing their side a glance.
She immediately said angrily.
"Whew, whew, whew... Brother Feng Qi, don't underestimate him.
This man is a super monster my old man has focused on cultivating.
His strength might be far above Tang Feng and the Thunder-element God King.
He may be arrogant, but he has the capital to be arrogant!"
Tang Shan shook his head, still feeling his skull buzz.
At this moment.
His pale face was filled with gravity as he spoke.
"Don't get angry. This might be his tactic."
Ye Fan lightly patted Feng Jiu's shoulder, comforting Little Nine.
Then, he looked at Tang Shan. "Alright, I understand. Take this soul-repairing divine pill and recover your injuries quickly."
You're a madman. Blow yourself up a few more times, and you'll turn yourself into an idiot."
Ye Fan tossed down a pile of pills and spiritual liquid.
They were precisely what he had used to replenish himself while cultivating his divine soul on the Divine Tempering Platform.
This time, Tang Shan got to benefit from them.
However.
Between brothers.
This little bit was nothing.
Hearing Ye Fan's words.
Tang Shan bared his teeth in a grin. "He trampled me beneath his feet that day, and I swore that I would pay him back a hundredfold.
See? I completed the first step.
Next, it'll depend on you, Brother Feng Qi."
Tang Shan said with a cheeky grin.
"Rest assured."
Ye Fan patted his shoulder.
Then.
With a flash, his figure appeared directly upon the Gods Battle Platform.
The moment Ye Fan appeared.
The gazes of tens of thousands of Martial Warriors at the