Meng Hao approached, whistling through the air, surrounded by golden light. “Do the three of you want to get involved too?” he said coolly, his voice echoing out in all directions like thunder.
The faces of the three old men flickered. This was especially true of the two men with the weaker Cultivation bases. Their minds spun and their faces drained of blood. Their Cores quivered inside of them. All three men took in deep breaths.
They couldn’t help but think about the rumors that had been spreading regarding Patriarch Golden Light.
He ripped the Cores out of Cultivators and ate them raw! He massacred, leaving no survivors! His methods were cruel and vicious!
It wasn’t clear how such rumors had begun to spread about Meng Hao. He actually hadn’t killed very many people in the past few days; most of the deaths were caused by his hundreds of followers.
In any case, as soon as Meng Hao’s words fell upon the ears of the three men on the peak of the mountain, the old man with the highest Cultivation base, the one with the seven-colored robe, shot to his feet. A smile covered his face as he clasped hands and bowed.
“Greetings, Patriarch Golden Light. We will definitely not interfere in the matter between you two.” Having said that, he stamped his foot down, causing a glowing shield to rise up around the mountain. Big-head had absolutely no chance to enter.
Big-head let out a plaintive wail. He spit out some more blood to activate his secret technique and speed away. He was now emaciated and frail, which made his big head even more conspicuous. He flew along in the air, so weak he could barely even form a fist, his head drooping down.
Grief and indignation filled his face as he charged onward.
Two days passed. Big-head’s indignation continued to grow. No matter where he went, his friends all began to use their magic to block his way. It was like he had turned into some sort of plague.
In fact, there was one power group who had been slow in employing their spell formation. When he slipped in to beg for help, his friend had flipped out and attacked him. Apparently the man had been afraid of causing a misunderstanding with Patriarch Golden Light.
Big-head was now completely without hope. He floated in mid-air looking around in all directions. Unfortunately, there was no one he could turn to for help. He was out of power, and could flee no more. Face ashen, he turned and looked at the approaching Meng Hao.
After the space of about ten breaths, Meng Hao came to stop in front of him. “Done running?” he asked coolly.
เมงเฮาทาบทาม วงศ์ย่อยผ่านไปในอากาศ ล้อมรอบ ด้วยแสงสีทองแดง "ของคุณต้องการได้มีส่วนร่วมมากเกินไป" เขากล่าวว่า เฉย เสียงของเขาสะท้อนในทุกทิศทางเช่นฟ้าร้องใบหน้าของผู้ชายอายุสาม flickered นี้เป็นอย่างยิ่งของชายสองคนกับฐานการเพาะปลูกอ่อนแอ สานใจ และใบหน้าระบายน้ำเลือด แกนของพวกเขา quivered ในเหล่านั้น ทั้งสามคนเอาในหายใจลึกพวกเขาไม่สามารถช่วย แต่คิดว่า เกี่ยวกับข่าวลือที่ได้รับการแพร่กระจายเกี่ยวกับพระแสงสีทองเขาฉีกแกนจากเครื่องพรวนดิน และกินดิบ เขา massacred ออกจากผู้รอดชีวิต วิธีการของเขาได้โหดร้าย และชั่วร้ายมันไม่ได้ชัดเจนว่าข่าวลือดังกล่าวเริ่มแพร่กระจายเกี่ยวกับเฮาเมง เขาจริงไม่ได้ฆ่าคนจำนวนมากในช่วงไม่กี่วันที่ ส่วนใหญ่ของผู้เสียชีวิตเกิดจากเขาหลายร้อยลูกศิษย์ในกรณีใด ๆ เป็นคำเมงเฮาอยู่กับหูของชายสามคนบนยอดเขา คนเก่าที่ มีฐานการเพาะปลูกสูงสุด หนึ่งที่ มีเสื้อคลุมเจ็ดสี ยิงไปที่เท้าของเขา รอยยิ้มครอบคลุมใบหน้าของเขาเขา clasped มือ และโค้งคำนับ"คำทักทาย พระแสงสีทอง เราจะแน่นอนไม่ยุ่งเรื่องระหว่างคุณสองคน" ต้องบอกว่า เขาประทับเท้าของเขาลง ทำให้โล่เรืองแสงขึ้นรอบ ๆ ภูเขา หัวใหญ่ได้อย่างไม่มีโอกาสใส่Big-head let out a plaintive wail. He spit out some more blood to activate his secret technique and speed away. He was now emaciated and frail, which made his big head even more conspicuous. He flew along in the air, so weak he could barely even form a fist, his head drooping down.Grief and indignation filled his face as he charged onward.Two days passed. Big-head’s indignation continued to grow. No matter where he went, his friends all began to use their magic to block his way. It was like he had turned into some sort of plague.In fact, there was one power group who had been slow in employing their spell formation. When he slipped in to beg for help, his friend had flipped out and attacked him. Apparently the man had been afraid of causing a misunderstanding with Patriarch Golden Light.Big-head was now completely without hope. He floated in mid-air looking around in all directions. Unfortunately, there was no one he could turn to for help. He was out of power, and could flee no more. Face ashen, he turned and looked at the approaching Meng Hao.After the space of about ten breaths, Meng Hao came to stop in front of him. “Done running?” he asked coolly.
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