C2394 Run to Me and Walk the Dog in the Palace
Of course I'm excited!
The disciples of the God-slaying Palace were on the verge of collapsing.
It was one thing to be tortured!
But they had actually lost everything!
Under such torture, it should be time to stop, right?
Not yet!
What the f * ck, turning them into dogs again!
If the disciples of the God-slaying Palace didn't collapse after a series of somersaults, they would be considered talented!
Woof, woof, woof, woof...
The dog barks that came one after another were heard by the God-slaying Palace.
The disciples of the God-slaying Palace, Grand Elder and Wen Yi, as well as the number one elder of the inner circle, Wen Ji, were all dumbfounded.
Where did this dog come from?
Why did it come to the God-slaying Palace?
While they were still in a daze, the cultivators who were eating melons with swollen faces swaggered in with their dogs.
When they saw this scene, everyone in the God-slaying Palace was stunned!
What the f * ck was going on?
He slipped his dog over to us?
"God-slaying Palace, why are you all so impudent?"
A Young Lord of God-slaying Palace stood out and shouted angrily.
As the sect's Young Lord, Under such circumstances, he naturally had to stand out and set an example for all the disciples.
Otherwise, would Grand Elder and the elders have to scold him personally?
When the disciples heard this, they were slightly startled, but they quickly recovered their senses.
"Zhao Kai of the Flying Swallow School, don't think that I don't know you. Are you tired of living? How dare you come to the God-slaying Palace to walk your dog?"
"Little Fatty, I'm talking about you. Get the hell out of here, or don't blame me for communicating with your master!"
"Wang Badan, you're itching for a beating, aren't you? Or do you think that I didn't beat you up enough last time?"
"You bastard from the Great Spirit Sect, how dare you behave atrociously in my God-slaying Palace?"
All the disciples shouted.
The group of melon eating cultivators were all disciples from various big sects in Mystic Moon City.
They lived so close to the God-slaying Palace that they didn't even look up or lower their heads to see each other. Naturally, they were very familiar with each other.
When they heard the shout of the disciples of the God-slaying Palace, these melon eating cultivators shivered.
Naturally, they wouldn't dare to offend the God-slaying Palace!0
But they didn't dare to offend Ye Meng either!
Compared to the terrifying Ye Meng, who was the God-slaying Palace?
"That was the Devil Child who told us to walk the dog. He definitely won't let us suffer any losses later!"
The cultivators who ate melons thought to themselves as they mustered up their courage.
Now that the arrow was on the bow, they had no choice but to shoot.
They could only comfort themselves like this.
"You guys are rebelling, right?"
Seeing the indifferent look on the faces of the cultivators, Young Lord immediately flew into a rage.
Grand Elder, Wen Yi, and the others' faces turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
First, a little brat had killed Wen Shihua. Now, even those sects that were like cats and dogs dared to be impudent in front of the God-slaying Palace!
This made Grand Elder and Wen Yi have no choice but to doubt it.
Had the God-slaying Palace been too low-key these few years?
Could it be that everyone dared to step on them?
Of course, this guess did not exist. Since when had the God-slaying Palace been keeping a low profile?
"Ai Bianxian, capture these ants!"
Grand Elder, Wen Yi, couldn't hold it any longer. He shouted in a deep voice.
Ai Bianxian, who was also the previous Young Lord.
He could be considered the strongest amongst the elders, Young Lord.
Upon hearing Wen Yi's words, Ai Bianxian responded.
Then, he suddenly took a step forward!
At the same time, he struck out with his palm.
Boom!
In the next moment, a huge palm crashed down from midair.
Since Ai Bianxian was the strongest elder in the group, Young Lord, his strength could not be underestimated!
This casual palm strike was earth-shattering and terrifying!
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