C1173 The Blood Clone's Guardian King was sent flying with a single punch!

"Do you want this knife? Then can I give it back to you? " With a twist of his fingers, Zhang Dongcheng pointed the blade at Shakyamuni's neck and slowly pushed it towards him.

Shakyamuni Blood Sea was sweating profusely as he fell to the ground. He finally realized how ignorant he was to dare to provoke a God of Death like Zhang Dongcheng.

Just a moment ago