Not far away ahead of him, Xiahou Wuxin and 'Fist King' Lei Zonglie, two sworn enemies half a day ago and two men who had lost everything right now, were confronting each other in silence in the middle of the sewage.
"Fist King?"
Xiahou Wuxin had just been pulled underground by Li Yao after blowing up the ground. In his dizziness, he did not know what was going on yet.
However, although the Fist King had changed into a new iron body, the release model to transform crystals into spiritual energy was almost the same as before. So, Xiahou Wuxin recognized who he was immediately.
The Fist King did not deny it at all. In a tone as cold as machinery, he asked straightforwardly, "Do you want to fight me again, or do you want to fight the 'angels' with me?"
Xiahou Wuxin narrowed his eyes, his face that was covered in blood cramping.
"Master!"