The ancient Emperor of Heaven dominated all things, the God of Death waved his sickle, and the world-destroying Kunpeng covered the sky and the sun...
Xu Zhi stepped forward, and the shadow of the Corpse God appeared in the sky behind him:
"I heard that you are the master of this world?"
"Don't be proud, do you think you are still you? Hahahaha"
"Poor bastard, you are nothing but a pathetic bastard!"
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Celestial Star, the strong one is like the sun in the sky, the weak one is like fish on a chopping board!
Talented person! Warrior! Ordinary people who are struggling!
Eleven gods, two hundred and three beasts, and four hundred and ninety-nine ghosts!
Who can be that Supreme?
The young man once said frankly: I just want to live well!
