powerful!

Very strong!

Very strong!

In the middle of the Hall of Valor’s Hall,

Amid the killing intent of lightning and roaring waves, an invisible shock wave was like an incoming tide, pushing people away bit by bit towards the outside to a large open space.

Milde Munch, the descendant of the "Lord of the Four Seas" who fought against the barbarians a thousand years ago, raised his withered eyes and stared at the middle-aged man in front of him with gold-plated vertical pupils as bright as the sun, and his heart couldn't help but rise.

There was a somewhat overriding emotion.

This man is very powerful!

The old man is eighty-two years old this year. At this age, no matter whether Mild Munch admits it or not, he cannot help feeling that the Creator is really unfair to "celestial beings" and "human beings".

At this age, he has gone through many hardships and stood up, and then he has entered the ninth and fifth realms that countless capable people look up to throughout their lives.

The man in front of him, who was born in the Tianlong Clan, looked to be in his forties at most, but he had also entered the Ninth Five Realm, and his strength was on par with him.

However, one of them is old and weak.

The other one is in his prime.

It is foreseeable that,

It will definitely surpass him one day in the future.

The old man sighed again, sincerely lamenting how partial the Creator is.

At this time, Digao Rhine, the leader of the Tianlong Nine Blades, seemed to notice the change in the old man's mood.

He slightly raised his gold-plated vertical pupils and watched with interest as the terrifying tide around him that could instantly turn a person into ashes disintegrated in the lightning like a dragon and a snake outside him.

Digo Rhine immediately said calmly, "Is this your order? It is indeed a very creative way, but unfortunately it doesn't have much effect in front of me."

The old man did not refute the other party's statement, but just stared at the other party and said, "It seems that you have noticed my awakening talent."

"Talent Sequence 23 [Ruins] is not a mutation of the same sequence. It is a fairly simple and unpretentious ability, but it will eventually be decomposed in front of my [Electric Law]." When Di Gao Rhine said this, he suddenly seemed as indifferent as a sentence.

He said, "Today, neither you nor you have any chance of winning."

"Are you trying to persuade him to surrender?"

The old man looked at the other person with his cloudy eyes. The tide around him gradually calmed down. He shook his head and said, "You underestimate the yearning for dignity and freedom of humans like us who live in the dust."

"Dignity and freedom?"

Digao Rhine sneered, "I thought an opponent like you would fight for something more worthy of fighting, such as conquering the Nine-Fifth Realm and stepping above the legendary Ninth Level, but you are fighting for something like this."

It’s a ridiculous reason that you are not worthy of being my opponent.”

"Is it ridiculous?"

The old man silently stared at the man with golden erect pupils in front of him, and suddenly understood, shook his head and said softly, "That's right, a heavenly being like you who was born and lived in the clouds cannot understand 'dignity' and 'freedom'

'These two things are important to humans living in dust."

"What? Should I understand?"

The corners of Digao Rhine's mouth curved slightly, and his tone was full of sarcasm as he said:

"This world is inherently unfair. I allow humans living in the dust to challenge me, but I have no interest in seeing what kind of life the maggots in the cesspit live."

Hearing Digo Rhine's completely undisguised sarcasm, the old man's face suddenly turned cold. He shook his head and sighed again, "The Creator is very unfair, but the greatness of human beings may just be...

Swing your sword in a world that dares injustice."

"Swinging a knife indiscriminately without understanding the situation is just digging your own grave." The golden electric light on the man's body became more and more dazzling like a shining star in the universe, and his golden vertical pupils were full of photography.

A soul-stirring power enveloped the old man opposite.

Order. Electric rhythm. Trio!

But at this moment,

When Digo Rhine raised his palm wrapped with the power of thunder and lightning, he was ready to give orders.

Suddenly, he suddenly turned his head and looked in a certain direction. The confusion in his golden vertical pupils instantly turned into a deep vigilance, and his brows frowned slightly unconsciously.

At that moment, when his sudden power broke the delicate balance zone between him and the old man, he suddenly noticed that it seemed a little quiet outside.

The silence is a bit eerie.

And this shouldn't be so quiet.

You know, today is a grand stage debut that the Nine Blades of Heavenly Guide has been planning for a long time.

These powerful members of the Nine Blades with him have been suppressed for too long.

When he was fighting fiercely with the old guy Milde Munch in front of him, there should be a wonderful battle going on outside that was no less intense than between them, instead of falling into the eerie silence like this.

With his heart sinking slightly, Digo Rhine subconsciously turned his head. The first thing that jumped into his eyes was not his companions, but the rebel cadres and West Sea pirates who followed the old man he fought with.

At a glance,

Almost everyone among the cadres who resisted the barbarians suffered severe injuries to varying degrees. At this moment, they were all hunched over slightly and breathing hard, and looked like they might fall to the ground at any moment.

this is not.

Was it a good fight?

This thought came to mind.

But where does that weird feeling come from?

Digao Rhine, the leader of Tianlong Nine Blades, immediately changed his gaze.

without warning,

His golden pupils couldn't help but trembled, and a look of disbelief appeared on his face.

Corpse!

Familiar corpses everywhere!

Those nine disciples who had planned with him to "catch a turtle in a urn" in the Hall of Heroes Hall meeting today all fell into a pool of dark red blood.

The fatal injuries on those corpses, without exception, appeared on key parts such as the back of the neck, vest and lower back.

This can only explain.

At the moment of the fierce fight,

Someone is making a sneak attack.

That's right.

Although this sounds like fantasy!

A battle between ninth-level experts?

In the confrontation between order and order, everything around him will be restricted. It can be seen from the battle between him and Mild Munch just now that a large open space was cleared around him.

Who can sneak attack easily?

How could he succeed in a sneak attack?

But what if the opponent is also a ninth-level powerhouse?

The speed is extremely fast?

almost subconsciously,

Digao Rhine, the leader of the Nine Blades of the Tianlong Clan, turned his head and his eyes fell on a half-crouched figure not far behind the corpses of his fallen companions.

That man wore a clown mask that was the same as the other rebels around him, and he didn't have the overwhelming sense of oppression that a ninth-level powerhouse gave people.

But it happens to be so,

As long as the man stands there.

As long as your eyes touch him.

It's hard to look away.

Looking at the corpses spread out on the ground, Digao Rhine, who felt a little ridiculous, turned his head with some difficulty and subconsciously glanced around the conference hall at the representatives of various countries who had just "witnessed" all this and the seats of the upper and lower houses behind him.

Members of Congress!

unexpectedly,

The confusion on the faces of these "witnesses" was no less than his.

Other than that, there was only a deep shock, and it seemed that it was still impossible to believe that in the eyes of ordinary people, even in the eyes of those with abilities, they were ninth-level strong men who existed like mountains.

He actually died like that?

Who killed them?

Is that the guy in the clown mask?

Wait, do you think this is true?
To be continued...