Chapter One hundred and twelve humiliates people. The black flame of human humiliation is like a ghost king from hell who can devour everything.

"That's all you can do?"

A faint voice resounded through the sky.

"He's really good!" Below, on the eight great thrones, a middle-aged man looked at Ye Qingyun, his eyes flashed and he muttered.

"You're right, this guy has a lot of potential, and I always feel something inside him." It's not easy to get middle-aged people's approval.

At the moment, on the stage, the young man's face was very gloomy and he kept twitching. He did not realize that his powerful magic had been so...