“Master...Master, save… save me, please.” Sun Shihai, who was lying on the ground, stuttered when he saw Zhou Chen.

“Kill… kill that piece of shit.”

His eyes were filled with hatred. Even though he was on the brink of death, he still couldn’t stop thinking of killing Huang Xiaolong. 

However, Zhou Chen stared at him coldly. “Trash! Huang Xiaolong was right when he called you a piece of trash. Even though I spent so many grandmist spiritual pills and resources on you, you lost to him with a single move. If you’re not trash, what are you?”

“What supreme genius? What Archdevil bloodline?! You probably have dogsh*t bloodline!” 

The more Zhou Chen spoke, the more upset he became. He was initially planning to place his hopes on Sun Shihai to obtain a good result at the Battle...