"Indigenous, what are your name?"

"Chen Zhuo."

"Your identity is not low?"

"Bai Zhao Tianwang, Chen Zhuo!"

Chen Zhuo means Chen Zhuo, who can die but cannot destroy his ambition.

The fat man was stunned.

The indigenous people are not strong enough, and they have already condensed the aura of kings and domineering. Could it be the inheritance of the Zhan Court?

No, what he practiced was obviously the Chaos Tiangang Jue, the inheritance of the bastard on Earth...

"Don't move, let me see the fat man..."

"What are you doing?"

Then, Chen Zhuo experienced the most shameful minute in his life.

He was touched by this fat man.

Not clean anymore!

The fat man's eyes shone: "This broken world actually has such talent! Chen Zhuo, it's not bad, are you willing to leave this broken world?"

Chen Zhuo gritted his teeth: "Be a slave?"

The fat man grinned: "Tell me, how did your Chaos Tiangang Jue come from?"

Chen Zhuo looked dead as if he was home: "Nothing can be told!"

The fat man grinned his teeth and wanted to teach Chen Zhuo a lesson, but he was afraid of provoking the Earth lineage. He was an unreasonable bastard faction and could not afford to provoke him.

"Father!"

A scream came, and accompanied by black ice swept the world.
Chapter completed!