"Hoo hoo ho! Bloodwind, why didn't you tell me when a guest came to our Enforcement Team headquarters!" Just as Madara and Wang Yuyue were talking, a man walked in without even knocking on the door. When he saw Madara, he said to Wang Yuyue in a strange way.
The man who walked in was wearing a red and black robe, which was in sharp contrast to the black and purple of Wang Yuyue. He looked handsome but was full of evil intentions. He was obviously laughing, but it gave people the feeling of a poisonous snake hissing. The aura on his body was extremely sinister.
There is no doubt that the name Bloodwind is the title of Wang Yuyue. Madara chewed it carefully, looked at Wang Yuyue jokingly and said, "Bloody Wind Douluo? It's very tasteful!"
As for the person who just broke in next to him, he was completely ignored by Madara. For such a person who is like a clown to gain other people's attention, ignoring him is the best punishment for him!
Sure enough, when he saw Madara sitting there leisurely and leisurely, he did not get up in panic and salute him. The sinister man seemed to have his pride hurt, and immediately jumped up angrily and cast his dark eyes fiercely on Madara's body. "How brave! How dare you ignore a Titled Douluo! Do you believe I've skinned you?"
"Blood Rain Douluo is so powerful. I don't need to report to you anyone I see!" Wang Yuyue was so angry that he slapped the table so hard that he even left a palm print on it. He suddenly stood up and stared at Blood Rain Douluo, unwilling to be outdone.
Bloodwind Rain of blood? I thought they would get along as harmoniously as Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo. This group of Soul Devourer really made me think too much!
Madara looked at the speechless Blood Rain Douluo with interest, and tapped the armrest of the chair rhythmically with his index finger not knowing what he was thinking.
"Okay Bloodwind, why don't you even give me this little face?" Blood Rain Douluo heard that Wang Yuyue was so merciless, and his face turned livid and he said angrily.
"Do I need to give you face? Are we familiar with each other?" Wang Yuyue crossed his arms and sneered, looking at Blood Rain Douluo who was shaking with anger.
"So, do you want to fight?" Blood Rain Douluo's face was as gloomy as water, his expression was stern and reserved, and he threatened.
While they were talking, a thin layer of blood mist filled the room, but under Madara Sharingan's observation, he was surprised to find that it was not a blood mist, but something like raindrops made up of drops of blood. This made Madara suddenly realize that this was how the title of Blood Rain came from.
"Am I still afraid of you?" The smile on Wang Yuyue's face also disappeared without a trace. A dark wind blew around him, and the fan Martial Soul in his hand was already showing momentum, and it looked like it was not falling behind.
Just when Madara thought that the two people who were at war with each other at this moment would definitely have a fierce battle, a scene that left him stunned appeared.
"Okay! Just wait for me, I will tell Mr. King of Slaughter to go now!" Blood Rain Douluo gave Wang Yuyue a final glare, and then rushed out in a hurry.
Before leaving, he still thought about it and gave Madara a fierce look. The vicious look in his eyes made Madara, who had affected Chiyu, very confused.
"Are you sure this won't be a problem?" Madara asked, raising his chin towards the door that was slammed shut.
"No! Only when the two of us are at odds can the superior feel at ease!" Wang Yuyue put away his momentum and said nonchalantly after sitting down.
"Why is he so cowardly?" Madara felt that Blood Rain Douluo's performance was really embarrassing to Titled Douluo, so he couldn't help but ask.
"He's not a coward, this is how he knows how to survive! Even though he can't beat me!" Wang Yuyue shook his head and said meaningfully to Madara with a persuasive tone.
Wang Yuyue's voiceover is that he wants Ban Shao to offend some strong people and have many friends in many ways! He was killed by the Spirit Hall just after he left, and his promise to take care of his son was ruined!
"I understand, the more cowardly a person is, the more people will get in his way!" Madara seemed to suddenly realize something and said this.
It's because Blood Rain Douluo is too smart, so he pays too much attention to life and death and loses his spirit. What he doesn't know is that if you show too much weakness, you will get slapped in the face!
Just look down on life and death, and do it if you don't accept it! Even if you lose, others will be afraid of you and afraid that you will bite them, so in a word, don't be timid, just do it!
"..." Wang Yuyue found that there seemed to be no way he could change Madara's mindset.
If Madara knew it, he would definitely sneer at it. Only the weak need to understand other people's ideas. The strong will only make others obey their own ideas!
After leaving the headquarters of Enforcement Team, Madara felt that there were a few more little tails behind him, and they were all good players with strong auras.
Intentionally or unintentionally, Madara led them around an inaccessible alley, and when they caught up, they discovered that Madara had already lost track of him.
"Is such a vengeance necessary? It seems that I have to find a way to leave him a souvenir in the future!" Madara God appeared behind them without anyone noticing, half-closing his eyes and looking indifferently at the group of miscellaneous fish in front of him who were in a desperate situation without knowing it.
"Are you looking for me? Why are you in such a hurry to get on the road?" Madara's sudden voice frightened them all to jump to the side and look warily at Madara behind them.
"Boy, if you dare to mess with our captain, you are already on the verge of death!" Sure enough, there was a blind man who shouted at Madara, but the next moment he was bloodied and his throat was sealed.
"You don't have the guts to scream here!" Madara disappeared from everyone's eyes like Teleportation. The next moment, he suddenly appeared in the crowd and kicked someone on the head, causing him to fly backwards with blood from all his orifices. He cracked his knuckles and scanned them unscrupulously, and said mockingly.
"Come together!" Everyone who was looking at each other in disbelief couldn't help but feel a little scared when they saw Madara being so brave and killing them both instantly. But at this time, they were already riding a tiger and couldn't get off. They had the courage to roar a few times and rushed forward without hesitation.
Madara was as unstoppable as a tiger descending a mountain. The first person he encountered was a strong man holding a war hammer. Seeing Madara rushing straight towards him, he subconsciously blocked his war hammer in front of him, as if it gave him a sense of security.
However, the edge of the War Fan forged from the broken branches of Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast was sharper than he imagined. A Blade Aura flashed past the warhammer shaft and was directly cut in half, and then the unabated War Fan cut deeply into the strong man's body like a hot knife cutting butter, causing blood to splash everywhere.
"It's your turn next!" While Madara raised his hand to pull out War Fan, his other hand was not idle at all, grabbing the wrist of an assassin who was wielding a short dagger. With a flick of his wrist, he snatched the dagger into his hand like a magic trick.
Madara then flipped his wrist without hesitation, and in the assassin's incredulous eyes, without even looking, he stabbed the heart in his left chest with great precision, causing his frightened eyes to dim instantly.
Madara, who had easily taken care of several people, turned into a bloody stream of light and passed through the gaps between several people. The moment he stopped, the lifeless corpses behind him fell to the ground one after another.
"It's your turn next!"
The cold sword light shone on their frightened pale faces. These few Mingdu had the cultivation level of Soul Emperor Soul Saint, but they were killed like melons and vegetables in front of Madara, who was as imposing as a tiger.