In a fight, it's hard for two fists to match four hands. How could four people possibly defeat more than a dozen? So soon enough, Qing Feng and his group were defeated, all four of them severely injured.

"With just you bunch of trash, you dare to challenge us, King's World? You're courting death!"

King's Killing God, holding a dagger, approached the four with low health.

Qing Feng and his companions gritted their teeth, but deep down, they were terrified. All that awaited them was death.