Chapter 43 Nine Spirits Tribe

At this time, Ding Hao was still standing there, as if he had never moved, but the person who had just attacked was half kneeling on the ground, his body trembling.

"How, how is this possible? How could he take my move so easily? He even injured me. If he had hit me harder just now, my arm would have been crippled. No, no, as long as he wanted to, he could have killed me easily." The man looked at Ding Hao in horror, feeling greatly terrified.

"Now, am I qualified to stand up for them?" Ding Hao said indifferently, making Fuke and the others terrified again.

"I didn't expect you to be so powerful. Those guys from the Barbarian Khan Tribe are really lucky. Well, since they have you back them up, we won't make things difficult for them anymore." After coming to his senses, Fuke narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at Ding Hao for a long time. There was fear in his eyes as he spoke.

Fuke and the others were not fools. They naturally