Peerless War God in City

He was like a torrent of water, and wherever he went, all living things would submit to him.    

First it was Tian Han, then it was Lee Xuan, then it was Fourth Master Loong and Long Wu. And now...    

Even if the Tian Clan were to go all out, they would be unable to do anything to him.    

On the Pan River Bridge.    

A foul stench.    

Haotian gently raised his right hand.    

On his palm, he was holding Tian Han's skull.    

With the skull in hand, he slowly moved towards the bridge.    

The river was murky and bottomless.    

Even the water that was splashing against the shore was black. It could be seen how buried Pan Jiang was.    

"My big brother was killed by you guys from the tall building. He fell down 100,000 feet, and not even his bones are left." Haotian looked at Tian Han's skull and muttered to himself.    

"Today, I will destroy your body and leave you with a complete corpse."    

"Then, throw you into the river... The stench will last for ten thousand years! "    

Finished.    

Haotian waved his right hand...    

Under the illumination of the sunlight, Tian Han's skull turned into a white ray of light and flew into the air.    

"Stop!"    

Seeing this, Tian Xiong's eyes were wide open as he trembled. He wanted to rush forward to stop them.    

However, it was already too late.    

Tian Han's skull was like a rubber ball. After rolling in the air and making a beautiful arc, he fell down vertically, fiercely falling towards this dirtiest river in all of Hsingyi.    

"BOOM!"    

The skull fell into the river, splashing out a small wave.    

Then, he completely disappeared into the river.    

"Han'er!"    

Tian Xiong rushed to the side of the bridge with a sad face.    

He stretched out his hands and wanted to grab Tian Han's skull, but his hands were empty.    

"No... No! "NO!"    

Tian Xiong's expression was hideous as he stared at the churning river with his tiger-like eyes.    

His son's skull had long since sunk to the bottom of the river, and it was difficult to find any trace of him.    

Tian Xiong's hair was disheveled and his eyes were blood-red. His entire body was like a wild beast. At this moment, not only did he lose his son's skull, he also lost the dignity of the Tian Clan!    

"Come, someone!" "Get down, jump down! Even if I have to drain Pan Jiang dry, I want to get my son's skull out of here!"    

Tian Xiong turned around and roared at the bodyguards while trembling all over.    

No matter what, he had to get Tian Han's skull.    

He wanted to regain the dignity of the Tian Clan.    

At the side of the bridge, the 2,000 bodyguards heard what he said and were stunned for a moment. Then, they prepared to take off their clothes and go into the river to search for Tian Han's skull.    

Then.    

At this moment.    

"Since you want to see him so much, why don't I send you down?"    

Haotian stood by the bridge with his hands behind his back.    

He was awe-inspiring and mighty.    

As the sound of his voice faded …    

"Crack!"    

Hidden Dragon Guard pulled the bolt on the spear as the gun pointed straight at the Tian Family members.    

Immediately.    

A smell of smoke that he hadn't smelled for a long time spread out once again.    

Instantly, the expressions of the guests present went pale.    

Retreat!    

This is f * cking crazy!    

Haotian was preparing, so Tian Xiong had nowhere to go.    

Under these kinds of circumstances, who would dare to go down and fish for money?    

And if he missed this opportunity, it would be even harder than ascending to the heavens to retrieve Tian Han's skull afterwards.    

On the Pan River Bridge, the atmosphere... It was incomparably solemn.    

Under the attack of the Hidden Dragon Guard, not a single person from the Tian Clan … He dared to take a step forward.    

Haotian, with his hands behind his back, silently stood on the bridge. His face was like the clouds, calm and elegant.    

One person.    

He stood proudly in the sky.    

Facing such a situation, Tian Xiong collapsed on the side of the bridge as he looked at the river, shouting out Tian Han's name at the top of his lungs.    

Tian Han!    

When he was alive, he had enjoyed a lot of wealth and glory.    

After death.    

Yet he was going to fall into this filthy river.    

Ten thousand years of nostalgia!