LEGEND OF THE DEMON KING.

LEGEND OF THE DEMON KING.
369. “What's wrong with him?”


“What's wrong with him?” Chu Qingcheng asked, worried.


With the sound attack gone, he should have jumped to his feet. But he sat there like a statue. He may be comatose or too weak to move.


Both of them were the worst possible in such a dangerous situation.


Chu Qingcheng begged Long Jiu with his eyes, “Jiu Park ..”


Her only eyes quivered as she said seriously, “Wait a minute!”


“If he still has a scheme in the game, we will not only fail to save him by logging in now, but even ruin his plan.” Xie Tianyang exclaimed.


The rest nodded.


They are all clear from handling


Tan Wen Hong towards Huangpu Qingyun so far.


He always takes aim when his opponent is unguarded. He unexpectedly always seemed to have managed to get Huangpu Qingyun trapped again and again without even realizing it.


Huangpu Qingyun thought the same thing.


Tan Wen Hong looked calm, unmoving, but who knew if he was just pretending?


They wanted to avoid his sudden attack, which could have sent one of them to the early grave.


Huangpu Qingyun recalled how dangerous it had been so far and she was drenched in cold sweat.


His steps were even more cautious as he approached Tan Wen Hong.


The alchemists and clan delegates darted before they could watch the complicated battle earlier.


In their eyes, two Profound Heaven experts, from the seven houses, trembled in their boots before a helpless Tempering Bone cultivator.


They're dumbfounded!


Dude, what's up with that? You are the ones after his life, you are the strongest here, you are the strongest,


yet you wouldn't dare approach an unconscious man? You humiliated seven houses, you know?


Huangpu Qingyun's response, if she could hear him, was,


I knew! Damnit damnit!


but the sweat on his eyebrows was also getting denser. He was not afraid of fighting Tan Wen Hong.


Tan Wen Hong's cunning nature made him rush over.


In the end, she was just afraid of falling for Tan Wen Hong's trick again!


When they finally reached Tan Wen Hong, Huangpu Qingyun and the 5th elder were tested with punches.


Bam!


The golden fist hit Tan Wen Hong's face and made him fly. Then explosions rang out as he was buried in the rubble.


Huangpu Qingyun was confused,


Isn't that too easy?


Tan Wen Hong did not even react and he was now overjoyed.


He must still be out of the bat sound attack.


“The 5th elder, we were right. His brain is the only thing that keeps him alive so far.” Huangpu Qingyun laughed.


The 5th elder nodded and grinned when he invited, “If you want, second young master!”


Both puffed out their chests and walked into the rubble.


People fell silent. They were shaking in their boots earlier, though,


but now that they knew he was coming out like an extinguished candle, sheep to the slaughter, they regained their haughty attitude.


What kind of person is this?


The crowd looked at them with scorn. They would have rained ridicule if not for them coming from seven houses.


Both of them were too selfish in their excitement to realize it, and would now reap the fruits of victory.


Chu Qingcheng was panicking. Even if he acted now, it was already too late.


Long Jiu looked at the swirling bat, then went around, and said with gritted teeth,