C619 Patriarch It Has Been a Long Time Since We Last Met
C619 Patriarch It Has Been a Long Time Since We Last Met
I didn't mean to kill again, but what puzzled me was who their leader was.
I didn't see the man who had given the order. I jumped onto the beach.
My brother Tyrant and Arthur were adept in the crowd, and I thought it would be superfluous for me to be sent flying off one by one.
The Red Haired Ghost King, Li Niang and Ya Shu also arrived. The Red Haired Ghost King and Li Niang quickly joined the battle. Two Heavenly Emperor level experts joined in, speeding up the battle.
Tyrant White Marten, Red Haired King, Arthur, and Liniang had a tacit understanding of each other. They had control, attack, support, and damage output.
Ya Shu obediently stayed by my side. She and Wang Yao are both Heavenly Emperor Stage experts, but she doesn't like to fight.
As the battle was coming to an end, Ya Shu and I were ready to return. Suddenly, I felt a sharp and sinister aura.
I turned around and saw a shadow flash across the board. Tyrant White Marten, Arthur, the Red Haired King and Liniang were all sent flying.
Just two Sky Emperor level masters had been defeated, and two Devil Slayer level masters had been defeated. This clearly showed that the one who had attacked was very strong.
The red-furred Ghost King and Liniang were sent flying from the splint to the beach. The red-furred Ghost King spat out a mouthful of blood. Liniang's face was also very ugly, clearly having sustained heavy internal injuries.
The tyrant, the white marten, and Arthur were shot into the sea, where they struggled for a long time before flopping from the sea to the shore.
Yashu and I helped the red-haired ghost king and Liniang to the side, and I walked to the front of the boat, gripping the sword tightly.
"Patriarch, long time no see!" Mo Sen had a humble expression on his face.
"Mo Sen, a few months ago, you suddenly disappeared from the manor. I didn't expect that you would become the Island Owner." I playfully looked at the paralyzed Mo Sen.
No matter what his intentions were, he was now my enemy. Ever since he injured the Liniang Red Haired Ghost King, he and I were destined to fight.
"Speaking of which, Patriarch, I have to thank you and Chief Mo. Without you two, I wouldn't have my current status and achievements." Mo Sen looked down at me and said.
"Tell me, what do you want?" I asked bluntly.
"Don't want anything to do with it? "I just want to beat you guys to death one by one!" Mo Sen didn't put me in his eyes at all. He thought that he could easily take care of the Red-furred Ghost King and Liniang, let alone a nameless little spicy chicken like me.
"Do it, don't force it. I have obsessive-compulsive disorder, and I really want to correct your deformed facial features." I feel that I won't be able to say anything nice. The enemy is the enemy, and I will never give my face to someone who wants to kill me.
Månsson's face contorted even more from my outburst, and I had a vague feeling that he was having trouble speaking.
"Just look at you …" I've used up the Netherworld God Pill. My current strength is the same as the Netherworld Great Emperor when he was fighting the seven great powers of the Forbidden Land of Han-Yang, so killing you is simply a piece of cake for me. " Månsson said to me, controlling his emotions.
"Ouch …" Not bad! It's just that I don't understand what you mean by saying all this. " I jokingly looked at the deformed Mo Sen and asked.
"Only... "As long as you kneel down and beg for mercy, you can call me grandpa and I'll spare your life," Mo Sen stammered.
"Add what?" I pretended not to hear.
"Grandfather," Mo Sen repeated.
"What?" "Shout louder, can't I hear you clearly?" I asked seriously.
"Grandfather!" Mo Sen shouted.
"Ai …" "Good grandson," I responded with a smile.