"Very good, you dare to kill a Magic City guard in the animal arena. Today, no one can save you!"
A cold voice resounded in the air above the Colosseum. Then, a silver light flashed and a middle-aged man in silver robes appeared in the air.
"Father!"
When he saw the silver-robed middle-aged man, he was overjoyed.
This middle-aged man was one of the nine great demon masters of the demon capital, Wan Xing's father, Wan er!
"Father, quick, kill this brat. No, I want this brat to suffer. fate worse than death ..."
Wan Xing roared.
"Don't worry. In my hands, he won't die so easily even if he wants to. Attack and cripple his cultivation first!"
Ten thousand evil's cold voice sounded.
"Demon master, leave this brat to me!"
A burly man in iron armor asked.
"Go!"
Evil nodded. This armored man had a cultivation base of ninth-level celestial deity. It was more than enough to deal with Lu Ming, who was only a third-level celestial deity.
BOOM!