"So this is the legendary advanced human race? I don't see anything so special," Wang Hao curled his lip.
"You…" Huang Weiyi had a murderous look in his eyes, swearing in his heart that he must slaughter Wang Hao.
"You seem really keen to kill me!" Wang Hao said with a playful smile, softly speaking the word: "Explode!"
"Ah…"
Huang Weiyi let out a scream as his arm suddenly burst open, blood spurting out.
"Young Master!" A few guards quickly stepped forward to help Huang Weiyi up.
Li Yunyang's eyelid twitched, and the desire to battle with Wang Hao in his heart instantly faded.
He had thought that as long as he mastered the naturally perfect steps and the method to counter the Heavenly Tyrant Power, he could fight on par with Wang Hao.
But as he was improving, so was Wang Hao, and his progress was even more monstrous, especially those seven phantoms, which were techniques he had never seen before.
