"Wind, don't you want to kill me, Li Xiaoqiang? If you want to kill me, then follow me into the Sunset Mountain Range! If you're a coward, then hide outside and wait for me! Hahaha!"
Wind was chasing after Li Xiaoqiang, and when he heard these words, his face flushed with anger. He only felt hatred for Li Xiaoqiang. This guy, who started as a lower-rank god, has now grown into a mid-rank god.
Wind knew that this guy carried a great treasure and had attempted to kill him several times, but his plans always failed for various reasons.
He, Wind, was a dignified high-rank god; was it really that hard to kill a mid-rank god?
Most importantly, he had ten mid-rank gods with him and still couldn't kill this brute.
This made Wind feel particularly frustrated.
Hearing Li Xiaoqiang's provocative words, Wind's face reddened with anger, and he roared at Li Xiaoqiang's retreating figure, "Li Xiaoqiang, today, no matter if it's the Sunset Mountain Range or Hell, I, Wind, will kill you here!"
