Zhuo Shi didn't say a word at all.
This Red Dragon Douluo of Shrek, who just now had red eyes and wanted to fight Prison King Dragon, is now like a deflated skin, standing on the beach with his hands hanging down. The injury on his right wing was painful, but he didn't frown, just stared at Prison King Dragon, the fire in his eyes was burning hard and cold.
He admitted his mistake, but he remembered the account.
Shrek's disciples cannot die in vain.
Prison King Dragon was condescending and had a panoramic view of the three people's reactions.
But Prison King Dragon was not surprised at all.
He knows these self-righteous strong men best. No matter how hard their bones are, they can't kill them. When it comes to life and death, all integrity, face, and arrogance can be thrown away. The politician in front of him is the best example--bend down, apologize, and treat all the human lives on the ground as if they were just blown away in the wind.
"Humph."
Prison King Dragon A cold snort escaped from the nasal cavity.
His huge skeletal body slowly turned around, no longer paying attention to the pile of corpses on the tidal flats, and no longer looking at the three humans who bowed their heads in resignation. His giant white-bone feet stepped on the tidal flats, leaving behind dark, corroded footprints. He took one step, two steps, and walked towards the Star Dragon Tower standing on the sea.
The eyes of Yue Zhengen, Zhuo Shi, and Xu Shengqun followed closely behind him.
They watched the bone dragon walk up to the tower door, flick its bone tail, and slap it on the tower door.
Boom--!
There was a dull loud noise that made the tower tremble.
Star Dragon Tower The heavy door slowly opened to both sides. A deep light leaked from the crack in the door, and an ancient and forbidding aura rushed in from the tower, carrying the smell of time and some inexplicable danger.
Prison King Dragon was entrenched in front of the open tower door, and the scarlet will-o'-the-wisp swept across the dark crowd below.
Those Soul Master who came hoping to become stronger, and those Soul Master who were from small forces, all held their breath at this moment, not daring to take a breath. They only dared to look at the tower gate that finally opened from a distance. There was fear in their eyes, but more of it was greed.
"One hundred people."
Prison King Dragon's voice was not loud, but it spread clearly throughout the entire tidal flat.
"Come in."
One sentence struck everyone's ears, causing a suppressed commotion.
One hundred people.
In other words, there are only one hundred places that can step into the legendary Star Dragon Tower where the treasure is hidden.
The opportunities in the tower, Soul Bone, Immortal Herb, Divine Ore, all passed through the hands of these one hundred people.
Those Soul Master eyes instantly turned red.
But none of them dared to move, because the three great gods were still standing in front of the tower gate.
Yue Zhengen, Zhuo Shi, Xu Shengqun, whoever moves first has to weigh his own weight first.
Southern Legion accounts for 40%, Spirit Pagoda 30%, and Shrek 30%. This agreement has been made long ago. How many of the remaining Soul Master can be squeezed into the one hundred people?
Yue Zhengen stood in front of the tower door, looking calmly at the open Star Dragon Tower.
He turned back and glanced at the messy beach, then at Xu Shengqun and Zhuo Shi.
"The list is divided now."
"Among these hundred people, Southern Legion is forty, and each of your two families is thirty."
"As for everyone else, get out!"
Yue Zhengen As soon as these words came out, the air in front of the tower door froze.
The greed on the faces of those casual cultivators, small forces, and lone Soul Masters on the tidal flats instantly solidified, and then turned into anger and unwillingness. Some people wanted to have a fit on the spot, but when they saw the three Titled Douluos behind Yue Zhengen, and the badge of a three-star general on his shoulder, the words rushed to their throats, and they swallowed them back.
The sky above South Sea is eerily quiet.
Only the sea breeze whimpered, carrying the smell of blood, blowing across the messy tidal flats.
Those idle Soul Masters, look at me, I look at you, they clenched their fists, gritted their teeth and swallowed. Southern Legion accounted for 40%, Spirit Pagoda 30%, Shrek 30%, these 100 places were destined to be dead from before the war started. People like them couldn't even take a sip of soup.
Someone spat angrily, turned around and left.
Some people stared at the hole in the Star Dragon Tower unwillingly, their eyes burning but their feet nailed to the spot.
But no matter how unwilling they are, no one dares to jump out and confront Yue Zhengen. This murderous god has just stumbled in the hands of Prison King Dragon, and is full of anger. Anyone who wants to bump into it now is purely seeking death.
Yue Zhengen glanced at the crowd coldly, and when no one dared to respond, he withdrew his gaze with satisfaction.
He was about to turn around and arrange for the Southern Legion's people to enter the tower first.
At this moment, a voice came from far away from the sky of the South Sea.
"Yue Zhengen General."
"I think this matter still needs to be discussed, right?"
The voice was not loud, but it was clear, as if it was spoken to everyone's ears.
His tone was gentle, with a hint of condescension and calmness, as if the thousands of people present in the darkness didn't even bother him.
Everyone raised their heads and looked around.
At the end of the South Sea, where Skysea meets, a dot of soft silvery light lights up out of thin air. The light comes very fast, and in the blink of an eye, it turns from a dot to a line, and then from the line to a figure. The figure steps on the void, walking step by step, and with each step, a faint warm white light appears under the feet, as if walking through the dusk.
The visitor is wearing the Tiandou Federation standard Grand Marshal's Uniform, and the gold stars on the epaulettes glow coldly under the moonlight. He has a tall and straight figure, short silver-white hair, a calm and resolute face, and a pair of eyes with a soft light from the sky.
It's none other than Tiandou Federation First Grand Marshal, the new Second-Level God.
Wang Haoxuan.
His appearance instantly caused the entire tidal flat to explode.
"That's...Wang Haoxuan?!"
"First Grand Marshal of Tiandou Federation!"
"That Achieved Godhood existence!"
"Second-Level God, this is the real god!"
There was a suppressed exclamation from the crowd.
Even those casual cultivators who looked unwilling just now had their eyes widened and didn't dare to breathe.
God.
In this golden world, no one here knows the importance of gods.
Chen Xinjie, Yun Ming, Qiangu Dieting, Lan Jinghe, the existence of Achieved Godhood, each and every one of them, is not a shock. A stomp of one's feet can make the entire continent tremble. And the Tiandou Federation and Wang Haoxuan in front of them are also standing at the height of such existences.
Yue Zhengen's face instantly darkened.
He stared at Wang Haoxuan, who was walking in the void, and his pupils shrank slightly.
Tiandou Federation people.
A country that he didn't take seriously at all, and even humiliated in person just now, now First Grand Marshal, actually stepped onto the South Sea in such a grand manner and stood in front of Star Dragon Tower.
"General Wang."
Yue Zhengen spoke in a deep voice, his voice as low as a piece of iron.
"South Sea is my Sun-Moon Federation defense zone."
"Isn't it against the rules for you Tiandou Federation to come here uninvited?"
He said this forcefully, but anyone could hear that the tone of his voice was no longer as arrogant as he had been towards the casual cultivator just now.
When it comes to ordinary people, he dares to be aggressive. But when it comes to a Second-Level God, no matter how crazy he is, he still has to think carefully.