619: C619 Finger

C619 Finger

"Flee!" "Quick, run!"

Every single cell in his body was screaming crazily, urging him to escape this place, this terrifying hell.

But no matter how hard he tried, his body wouldn't obey. His legs seemed rooted to the ground.

A finger appeared in front of him and continued to enlarge, occupying his entire field of vision. An ominous gray light flashed through his finger. This unknown gray light was death, destruction.

Even the shining stars in the sky lost their luster in front of this finger, turning into a background.

Su Mu was still there one second ago, but he appeared in front of Spirit Cultivator the next. He raised his right arm, which was at the same level as the ground, and pointed with his fingertip.

This Spirit Cultivator who did not even know his name trembled and did not tremble again. The fear in his eyes froze and turned dim.

Following which, his body was like an inferior sculpture made from sand, fiercely smashing onto the ground from a hundred meters in the air and turning into dust, disappearing without a trace.

From start to finish, not even a second had passed. This Spirit Cultivator whose name was unknown had already been completely erased.

At this time, as soon as the word "willing" was spoken, one less out of the four Spirit Cultivator s came out.

Spirit Cultivator Mo's body started to tremble uncontrollably with a pale face.

"This power, this power, this power!"

At this moment, Spirit Cultivator Mo suddenly wanted to kneel down and kowtow while begging for mercy.

He was just casually saying that he had messed with a prehistoric giant alligator.

"You little ant, I am your mother's little ant!"

"How did your family teach you such a thing, always putting your fighting on the tip of your tongue!"

If there was a medicine for regret, Spirit Cultivator Mo would definitely want to eat one and go back to being friends with these scams.

Crash.

The sound of flowing water could be heard, and an unpleasant stench appeared in the air. The voluptuous Spirit Cultivator was actually scared stiff. Forbidden.

Su Mu took a step back in disgust, as he didn't want to step on the flowing yellow liquid.

Su Mu was only against the Chief Evil, the previous Spirit Cultivator had recklessly offended him, so his death was already considered light.

If it was in the alien world, if someone dared to use words to offend a strong Ranker, not only would he die, all of his immediate family members would be implicated.

All the males were killed, and the females were sent to the fireworks, with the slave as the female branch.

However, Su Mu had no interest in doing this sort of thing. He was the only one who offended him, so his family was not involved in the current affairs of the family.

Of course, if his family was prepared to avenge him, then Su Mu wouldn't mind wiping out all the people involved.

He was prepared to teach these three a lesson, let them know what it meant to have trouble come from the mouth, disease come from the mouth!

"Who dares to cause trouble for our Navy Tide Merchant Guild!"

At this time, a line of guards filed in, led by a big, arrogant fatty.

"Ah, Young Master Mo, Young Master Li, Miss Yang, what happened to you two!"

The fat guy rushed to Spirit Cultivator Mo like a rolling ball and asked anxiously.

Those who didn't know better would think that the three of them were his children.1

The appearance of the fat guy had eliminated the cold aura in the air. Of course, this was just a reflection of Su Mu's thought.

Otherwise, the fat guy and the guards that rushed in would be stuck in a deadlock with Spirit Cultivator Mo and the other two.

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