"Antonte?!" Rafal suddenly discovered something and couldn't help but frown together.

Troer, Kana, Hawkins and other bigwigs couldn't help frowning at this time.

At this time, seven streams of light soared into the sky.

Those seven streams of light are the seven Netherworld clans.

The seven Netherworld clans rushed into the air and stopped when they were about five hundred meters away from everyone.

The seven Netherworld clans, one of them, was wearing black armor, with a cold look on his face, and a cold light radiated in his eyes. An extremely powerful aura also erupted from this man.

This is a god king, and he is not an ordinary god king powerhouse!

"Antonte, it's you!" Troe came out from behind, facing Antonte, and also had a powerful aura burst out from his body.

"Troe, I'm glad to meet you again. By the way, is your little finger on your right hand okay?" Antonte said with a cold smile.

After hearing Antonte's words, an angry flame suddenly ignited in Troè's eyes.

The little finger of the right hand? This is definitely a pot that doesn’t open and pick up!

Troère's right hand has no little finger.

The reason is that when the last time he formally fought with the Netherworld clan, he was cut off by Troè with a sword.

Troè regarded this as his shame, so even if he could easily restore his little finger with his God King's cultivation, he never did that.

If he doesn't kill Antonte, he will never restore his right little finger!

"Are you angry? You want to fight with me to avenge your previous shame, right? Come on, I can't wait!" Antonte hooked his finger at Troè with great arrogance and sneered.

"Angry? Do you have mold or not? No, I was wrong. To be precise, your eyes should be used to vent your anger!" The little gangster suddenly came to Troère's side, raised his hand and pointed at Antonte, and said, "Boss Troère is obviously brewing his own emotions. You actually said he was angry. I think you should not just take your eyeballs, as it is a decoration anyway!"

"Damn it!" Antonte glared at the little gangster fiercely, wishing he could strangle this damn boy to death!

He just tried to anger Troè, and he was about to succeed in seeing it, but he didn't expect that he would come out to disrupt the situation at a critical moment. How could he not be angry?

"Damn it? You know you should die? Well, I didn't expect you to be quite self-knowledge." The little hooligan smiled and nodded with relief.
Chapter completed!