"Yang Xiao, you are indeed somewhat formidable, but do you think this is enough to escape my pursuit? You are too naive."
Yang Xiao suddenly laughed and said,
"I have never thought of escaping your pursuit because I never planned to run. This is the City of Hope, I am the City Lord, where would I flee to?
On the contrary, I'm actually worried about you."
"Worried about me? What a joke, what do you have to worry about?"
"I'm worried you'll run away!"
"..."
Mr. Eight was furious!
"Haha, indeed arrogant. Kid, let me show you the power of your Eighth Grandfather today; you won't escape becoming a pulp."
After Mr. Eight finished speaking, the surrounding space suddenly fluctuated, and dense black air spread.
The crowd watching from a thousand meters away suddenly felt a soul-stirring pressure and began to retreat.
Poison Snake said,
"Mr. Eight is about to use his ultimate move, Ghost Claw Eighteen Continuous Strikes!"
Mang Ci froze for a moment,
