Bab 976: The Strength of 1,500 Ancient Horned Dragons!

With the gigantic hammer in his hand, the black-clad young man was like an unparalleled War God. His eyes gleamed coldly as the black robe on his body fluttered loudly in the wind. His voice was as cold as ice as he spoke unhurriedly, "Dead man, there's no need for you to know my identity!"

"That's right! Why do I need to know the identity of a dead man?" Upon hearing the black-clad young man's words, Duan Ling Tian was momentarily stunned before he burst out in a hearty laughter.

Duan Ling Tian's laughter immediately made Huang Daniu, Su Li, and Zhang Shou Yong stared at each other speechlessly.

"Duan Ling Tian can still laugh out loud at this moment? Could it be that he has faith in himself to defeat that black-clad young man?" Su Li muttered in a low voice with his eyes narrowed.