2662: C2662 Seventh Heaven King

C2662 Seventh Heaven King

"Three days are almost up. How are you going to rule the city center?" The speaker was enjoying Mr. Sanli's corpse with a deep and mellow voice. He sounded like an old sinner, filled with magnetic sound waves. Hao Wen was about to fall asleep, wishing that he could die for him.

"Master, I'll do it right away." Hao Wen lowered his head in confusion.

"En!" The master waved his hand, gesturing for him to leave.

He was the only one left in the room, the one known as Master. He let out a light sigh, causing the air to become viscous and thick, and his gaze became deep, like that of a woman under a tree, eighteen years old, filled with an enticing fragrance. Strangely, even when Hao Wen was standing in front of him, he could not see Hao Wen's facial features clearly. Because from beginning to end, he was still shrouded in smoke.

When the setting sun passed through the window and covered his face, it revealed his true appearance.

He was a very young man, and if it weren't for the deep wrinkles at the corners of his eyes selling his age, he would have thought he was some movie star. His eyes were sometimes deep, sometimes sad, sometimes sentimental.

No woman could resist his charm, just as no man could resist his hypnosis.

Beautiful man, hypnosis, represents the desire for money and rights.

He was still waiting.

Before long, a figure entered the private room and knelt in front of him. "Master, the mission failed. I didn't kill Zhu Di, but was saved instead."

The master seemed to have already known the result and asked, "Go and help Red Sleeve Hall in the dark. Remember, don't use the walking dead ability to prevent others from finding out your identity. Do you understand? "

That person hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Yes, master."

Red Sleeve Hall was the biggest gang in the city, but there were also many other small gangs, such as the Dragon Tiger Gang, which was one of Zhu Family's spies in the city center, helping Zhu Xiaoqin to become Zhu Yan's niece.

Every clan needed the power of the white path, and they also needed the power of the black path.

Zhu Yan wanted to use Zhu Di's matter to his advantage and dispatch his capable subordinates to take revenge on Red Sleeve Hall in order to obtain control of the city center region.

The Dragon City was surging, and many great forces were participating with the aim of controlling the underworld.

Zhu Yan did not expect that the first time he attacked Red Sleeve Hall, he would be met with a strong resistance. It was as if they were retaliating with their lives on the line, causing heavy losses to the people in Zhu Family. A culture hall, with a hundred years of history, with a long aura. Drops of blood dripped down the azure stone steps. They had not dried up yet, which meant that the blood matter had happened just now.

At the door of the cultural hall, two black clothed men carried a blade and killed every single one of Red Sleeve Hall's so-called elites without leaving a single piece behind. There were moans and screams everywhere. The remaining Red Sleeve Hall members hid inside the cultural hall, not daring to come out.

The two men in black were Zhu Yan's subordinates. They were at the Fourth Rank and were strong enough to sweep away an average gang.

Their eyes were white and emotionless. Their hands swung down, and blood filled the air, covering the steps of history and staining the pillars of the Hall of Culture red. The two of them advanced, and no one was able to block their attacks.

This was the Branch of the Red Sleeve Hall, when the Branch Lord just returned, he was cut down by a blade, he didn't even have the chance to ask for help.

As the two of them entered into culture, it was tantamount to announcing that the first Branch of the Red Sleeve Hall had been conquered. But at this time, Hao Wen brought a group of people to the Culture Hall and stopped the experts from using Zhu Family. He said coldly: "Zhu Family and our Red Sleeve Hall are like water in a well, you guys are going too far."

Swish!

A blade flew towards Hao Wen.

One of his subordinates was cut by a knife behind him. His arm fell to the ground and blood started dripping down, making a strange sound of fear. The subordinate who lost his arm didn't scream, and the knife stabbed into the pillar.

"Kill them." Hao Wen shouted.

The group of fearless men charged towards the two black clothed men.

The two of them moved and reacted quickly. Facing dozens of Red Sleeve Hall experts, they fought back expressionlessly, and every time they attacked, someone would fall. He finally understood why Zhu Family was able to be the new upstart of the Four Great Clans, and why they were superior to other forces. It was not only because of the money, but also because of their stronger power.

Seeing his subordinates fall one by one, Hao Wen became the commander of the team and his expression became unsettled.

He was afraid that his master would punish him, so he did not dare to retreat. As expected, Hao Wen was kicked away. His lower abdomen was in great pain and his internal organs had probably been dislocated. His face was pale and he was sweating because of the pain.

When Hao Wen was unable to move and could only stare blankly on the ground, the two men in black walked in front of him and raised their sabers, ready to kill. He closed his eyes and bitterly smiled in his heart. He could only admit defeat.0

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew past, bringing with it a rotten smell.

Bang bang!

After two sounds, Hao Wen opened his eyes and saw a shocking scene. Unknowingly, a person whose entire body was filled with a rotten smell had appeared in front of him, and the previously unstoppable Zhu Family expert had been sent flying, a long bloody wound appearing on his chest.

The two men in black didn't seem to feel any pain as they continued to attack.

The person that suddenly appeared fought against the two black-clothed men. Their fists landed on flesh, fresh blood and rotten juices fell to the ground, melting the hard steel blade and causing the sound of corrosion. Hao Wen was stunned.

F * ck, is he even human?

Very quickly, the two black-clothed men were defeated. Their chests were pierced through, and they fell onto the ground, unable to move at all. A large hole appeared in their chests, they were all dead. However, their hands and feet could actually continue moving. This scared Hao Wen so much that his eyes showed fear.

Hao Wen looked at the person who saved him, and anxiously said: "Thank you, Red Sleeve Hall will owe you a huge favor in the future. If there's anything I can help with in the future, I will definitely …"

"Master wants you to leave the city center as soon as possible. Don't waste time." The man turned and left.

Hao Wen was stunned, but his entire body was ice-cold. The master could send anyone without losing their Red Sleeve Hall, and their strength was unfathomable. Before, he still had some hope, but now, he could only feel a deep fear for his master.

He reassembled his men and went all out to attack the other gangs.

Very quickly, in less than half a day's time, the entire city center area fell into the pocket of Red Sleeve Hall. But Red Sleeve Hall had paid a heavy price for this, killing one thousand enemies and self-inflicted eight hundred injuries. The strange thing was, his master didn't have the slightest emotion towards this. It was as if he was looking at an ant fighting over territory.

This made Hao Wen even more scared.

Especially when his master looked at him. It was strange that Hao Wen had the urge to bow down to him.

When Zhu Yan received his subordinates' total annihilation without being able to take any part of Red Sleeve Hall, he immediately went to check the scene. Looking at the two corpses that were stabbed in the chest, Zhu Yan was silent. He had the research department come over to collect the liquids on the ground and then went back to study them.

He wandered around the museum with his eyes closed. Scenes of the battle appeared in his mind. Each and every move, each and every punch and kick was displayed clearly. Finally, he opened his eyes and said with a grave expression on his face, "Ancient hypnotism, which Heavenly King of the Dragon God Cult?"

He knew it was serious, so he immediately contacted the military.

When Lu Chuanfeng received the news, he immediately rushed over and felt the same aura, but it was much stronger than Zhu Yan. He said in a deep voice: "This is a kind of walking corpse book, it is rumored that even in Miao Territory, it is very mysterious. Who would have thought that he would emerge from the martial arts world once again. If my guess is not wrong, this person is the Seventh Heavenly King of the Dragon God Cult. Although he is of Subsaint, his Gu techniques are comparable to that of a saint. "

Zhu Yan's expression changed.

Not only did the Seventh Heavenly King's cultivation level far surpass his, he could even use a powerful Gu technique. The Gu skill was an influential technique in China back then, and its killing power was extremely terrifying. If it wasn't for Military God personally oppressing the Miao Territory Venomous Insect King, who knows how many Jianghu People would have died at the hands of the Gu skill.

"What should we do?" Zhu Yan said worriedly.

Lu Chuanfeng sneered and snorted, "It's very simple, you threw the matter to Yang Ping and he almost became your cheap son-in-law. Don't you want to help you solve the problem of your Gu technique? We can do this... "

After listening to Lu Chuanfeng's plan, Zhu Yan's eyes lit up as he smiled and said, "General Lu is indeed worthy of being a Master Tactician."

The two of them quickly separated.

A faint shadow appeared where the two of them were standing and muttered: "Lu Chuanfeng, why are you also in Dragon City? Could it be that Military God also has feelings for that thing? If Military God takes action, things will become very troublesome. "

— — The content is from [Mick Read]

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