Outside the Royal battlefield.
At the entrance.
"Haha!" The Golden-armored man laughed loudly."One day has passed. How many of the resurrected martial artists can still live?"
An entire day had passed since last night.
Commander Zhou and the others were silent and expressionless.
The Golden-armored man sneered and provoked,""This time, kill them all! The previous generations didn't want to waste their energy and just killed that bunch of trash, but the descendant of a battle King dared to provoke us. If you want to blame someone, blame that reckless thing!"
Three years ago, Jiang Hao had entered the king battle arena.
It was still fine in rank-6, as he did not kill many people.
When he reached rank-7, Jiang Hao began to hunt the catacombs martial artists.
If it was just hunting, they were enemies, so there was nothing to say.
However, Jiang Hao had killed a descendant of a True Monarch right in front of them!