C1037 Martial God!

Everyone stopped what they were doing when they heard this voice. It didn't matter if it was the Twelve Fallen Angels, the Dark Church, or the Avenger Alliance, the Dark Five, the Dragon Group, Old Man Tianji...

Everyone was frozen on the spot. They just stared blankly at Mo Cheng who was grabbing his hand.

This voice, the figure of the voice, this Qi, this huge pressure, this..