"As expected of a fairy king!"

"If this son can break through the shield on the Immortal King of Ganges, it will be a disaster. The creator of the second calamity still wants to compete with the Immortal King in the ring? It's crazy!"

The monks in the auditorium looked at Ning Qi with mockery or pity. In their eyes, Ning Qi was already a dead person at this moment.