My eldest brother’s descendant?

That will definitely need to be taken care of in the future.

However, their cultivation level is actually not as strong as Zhang Mingyuan's, but most of the people in the death camp are used to fighting for their lives, so they may have a little more killing power.

"Han Muye?"

"You're not dead yet?"

Not far away, a low cry came.

Wearing a brocade robe, He Chengyang, Young Master of Yuntian Dao Mengyang, looked at Han Muye with a gloomy expression.

"Isn't it true that with their little strength, going out to fight in this plane will lead to death?"

"Also, why wasn't this guy killed in the death camp?"

Beside He Chengyang, several dignified practitioners shook their heads.

"It doesn't matter, I haven't redeemed my military merit yet, so it just works for me." He Chengyang smiled, murderous intent surging in his body.

Han Muye slowly turned his head and looked at He Chengyang.

He raised his hand.

"boom--"

The golden fist shadow flew straight out.

With one punch, the heaven and earth shook, and the origin condensed!

Thousands of miles around, everyone’s expressions changed drastically!
Chapter completed!