章 839: King of War

The dust and dirt settled after around five breaths. The hole was about two meters deep, two feet long in diameter, and cracks ran along its edges and floor. Xiao Luo lay sprawled in the center of the cavity. The clothes he wore had been ripped away, and he was severely injured as well. Burn marks were visible all over his body. He was covered in dirt and looked like he had just crawled out of a minefield.

"Brat, don't pretend to be dead. Hurry and get up! This king here hasn't had enough fun yet!"

The gigantic face resembling the King of War looked down from the sky and spoke. His voice was thunderous and echoed across both heaven and earth—it was both majestic and dreadful. If a Sky God existed, then it would look like this.

Xiao Luo closed his eyes, clenched his fist, and responded, "You want to have fun, huh?"