"Here!"
All the Ancestor God Guards agreed and rushed forward.
Black's black eyes narrowed slightly.
Destiny is in the bloody eyes.
Whether it was the old man in black robe or the Ancestor God Guard around him, everyone was full of Malice towards him.
And these Malice all started the moment he said his name.
So...
What kind of wanted warrant, what kind of mistaken identity, what kind of impartial law enforcement...
It's all bullshit.
This group of people are basically here for him.
As for Clara on the side, although Malice was nothing, he was smiling and watching with his arms folded, without any intention of stopping him.
In this case...
Then fight!
Boom!
Black punched Ancestor God Guard in the face.
The face was sunken in an instant, the bridge of the nose was shattered, fresh Xue Kuang sprayed out, and the whole person flew out like a cannonball and hit the wall, unable to be picked off.
Bang!
Black kicked Ancestor God Guard in the chest.
The sound of the sternum breaking was clearly audible, and the man screamed and flew backwards, knocking over his three companions behind him.
Poof!
Black kneed Ancestor God Guard in the abdomen.
The man bent into a shrimp shape, spitting out a mixture of acid water and Fresh Blood, and knelt on the ground twitching.
Click!
Black hit Ancestor God Guard on the arm with his elbow.
The arms were bent at a weird angle, and white bone stubble was piercing out of the flesh, Fresh Blood dripping.
Black looks like Ghostly Shadow, moving around in the crowd.
Every time you take action, Fresh Blood will splash out.
Every time a punch lands, a bone will break.
He didn't use a knife.
But he is a knife in his own right.
A sharp, ruthless knife that harvests life.
Bloody.
Violence.
Cruel.
But it also has a strange violent beauty.
One punch and one kick, clean and neat.
One punch and one kick, hitting the vital point directly.
Only ten breaths--
More than a dozen Ancestor God Guard, all fell to the ground.
Some were wailing and rolling.
Some vomited blood and convulsed.
Some fainted directly.
No one can stand.
Black stood in the middle of Ancestor God Guard rolling on the floor, shaking off the blood on his fists.
He looked at the old man in black robe.
laughed.
"That's it?"
The old man in black robe turned pale, his legs were weak, and he subconsciously stepped back.
"You... you evil star! How dare you fight back?! Do you know where this place is?! This is Divine Temple of Progenitor Lord! You... you are dead! Your whole family is dead!"
The righteous words spoken by the old man in black robes.
But his steps moved involuntarily towards the door at the back.
Damn it.
Didn't Miss Lolita say this is just a
As he spoke, he stepped back and moved towards the door.
Black raised an eyebrow.
"Want to run?"
Black took one step forward, and his figure disappeared instantly, and the next second he appeared in front of the old man in black robe.
"Click!"
He pinched his neck.
The old man in black robe stared at Big Eye, his eyes full of fear.
"You... you dare..."
Snap--!!!
Black Raise your hand and slap me.
Simply.
neat.
Loud.
Half of the black-robed old man's face instantly swelled up, blood spurted out from his mouth, mixed with more than a dozen teeth, and spread all over the floor.
"Uh... wu..."
He screamed incoherently, his eyes full of pain and fear.
Black looked at him with a calm tone.
"Did I give you face?"
He shook the neck in his hand like a dead chicken.
"Dare you use such small means to frame me?"
"You also know that this is Ancestor God Hall. If Progenitor Lord knew that you were doing this kind of thing in the Ancestor God Hall..."
"Do you want the whole family to have fun?"
The old man in black robe was shaking all over, his eyes full of fear.
"Spare... spare my life..."
He begged for mercy vaguely.
Black's hand was a little heavier.
"Say."
"Instructed by whom?"
He didn't believe that Demon Race, whom he met for the first time, would come up with a wanted poster that he had prepared long ago to frame him.
This old man in black robe is just a knife.
What Black really cares about is the person holding the knife.
The old man in black robe was pale and his lips were trembling, but he did not dare to say a word.
Black narrowed his eyes.
"Don't tell?"
The force on his hand became a little heavier, and the black-robed old man's neck bones made an overwhelming clicking sound.
"It seems that the person who instigated you is very capable."
"Aren't you afraid that I will really kill you?"
Fear flashed in the eyes of the old man in black robe, but he still did not dare to speak.
He just looked at Black with those cloudy eyes pleadingly.
Please, stop asking.
Black understood that look, was silent for a moment, and then suddenly smiled.
"In that case..."
Law Embryo began to gather in the palm of the hand holding the black-robed old man's neck.
"Then I will satisfy you."
Just then...
"Black."
Clara are coming.
"There may be a misunderstanding here. After all, he is Steward of the Ancestor God Hall. For Second Demon God Lord's sake, let's let him go."
She paused and her tone was gentle and appropriate.
"After all, it won't be good for anyone if it makes a big fuss."
The eyes of the old man in black robe suddenly lit up.
Clara-sama!
Master Clara interceded for him!
There is help!
He looked at Black, his eyes full of expectation.
However...
Click.
There was a crisp sound.
Black's hand crushed his neck cleanly.
The eyes of the old man in black robe changed from expectation to shock, from shock to confusion, and finally...
Completely lost its luster.
His head drooped feebly.
Black Let go of your hand.
The corpse fell to the ground with a thud.
It's like throwing away rags.
It was only at this moment that Black turned to look at Clara.
There was a bright smile on his face.
"Oh, Clara, what did you just say?"
"I didn't hear clearly."
"Say it again?"
Clara The smile on his face solidified.
"It's okay, it's okay."
"Oh, I thought you wanted to plead for this bitch in the Ancestor God Hall who slandered me in public and wanted to sow a relationship between Second Demon God and Blood Demon God. It seems I misunderstood."
Clara secretly clenched his fists, but still had a decent smile on his face.
"Mr. Black has indeed misunderstood. Blood Demon God Lord is our Second Demon God Lord's brother, and you are Blood Demon God Lord's confidant. This bitch dares to slander you in public, and I, Clara, will be the first to refuse."
"Hmm."
Black nodded casually, walked to the stone case of the old man in black robe, and grabbed two pieces of Identity Token.
Then he carved his name on one piece and Michelle's name on the other piece, and threw it to Michelle.
"Go on."
Michelle caught it subconsciously, a little stunned, and full of surprises.
This...
Is the registration process that filled her with worries just over?
Did you pass it successfully?
This...
Sometimes, Black is so handsome!
Michelle happily stuffed Identity Token into his flat chest.
Full of security.
And Black had already walked out leisurely.
Passing by Ancestor God Guard who collapsed on the ground, he asked for confirmation.
"You just said I was on the wanted list?"
"Are you still arresting me now?"
Ancestor God Guards shook their heads crazily.
"No no no!"
"Misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding!"
"We are blind!"
"Black Lord Spare your life!"
Black nodded.
"It turns out it was all a misunderstanding."
"Very good."