War God's Revenge

He let the people on the second floor look at each other, forcing themselves to maintain their charming smiles.    

They were all resentful, but there was nothing they could do about it …    

Seeing this, the young man in a long robe, who had just talked to Zhu Moann on the third floor, finally put down his wine cup.    

As he took out a short blade with his left hand to play with it, he looked at the young man beside him with a gentle smile, and killing intent filled his eyes!    

"He's only at the peak of Stage Six, yet he beat up a few useless dogs to such an extent that he doesn't even know his limits. Lin Pan is a fool, he deserves to die if he's blind."    

As he spoke, the young man in the robe stood up and put away the short blade in his sleeve. The smile on his face grew brighter and brighter.    

"Ming Zi, how many moves do you think I should use to kill him?"    

"Haha, Hai-ge is the sole heir to the Xiao family. At such a young age, he already possesses the strength at the peak of Stage Seven. Isn't killing a fool a piece of cake?"    

"You are becoming more and more of a flatterer, but you are right, haha!"    

Xiao Lun Hai laughed as he replied, his heart becoming increasingly proud of itself.    

While he was sighing inwardly about his cousin's ability to speak, he also looked around.    

Seeing this, the rest of the people also stood up, all of them harboring evil intentions but looking around vigilantly.    

What a joke, who the heck was this group of young masters that could make it up to a Stage Seven martial artist at their age?    

How could the Xiao brothers lose to them when they were able to intimidate the Xiao family when they were singing the same tune?    

Right after he stood up, a man with hair dyed green and brushed meticulously was the first to speak.    

"Yo yo yo! I was wondering who it was. Isn't this the defeated general Xiao Tuoji? What, did he recover from being stabbed by me two years ago?" "He came out again. He was careful that no one came to collect the corpses."    

"Tsk, you green hair, aren't you unable to sit up? If you want to fight, then hurry up. I still want to get up early to drink some tea with my uncle."    

The green hair had just finished speaking, and didn't even wait for Xiao Lun Hai's cold reply.    

A bald brute, his entire body covered in malevolent muscles, said disdainfully as he raised his iron rod.    

The rest of the group also started to provoke each other.    

In a split-second, killing intent appeared on the third floor, which had been temporarily quieted by the commotion downstairs.    

After all, this was the Dreamsky Pavilion!    

There was another disciple who didn't want to stay here and fight for the honor of his family.    

And just when everyone was preparing to fight to the death against each other.    

The black-robed man had arrived!    

Ta ta.    

He took two steps and stood at the head of the stairs. The man in black did not say anything either.    

After taking off his long robe that was in the way, he coldly laughed as he looked at everyone.    

It was just an ordinary expression, but his expression was extremely arrogant!    

This was the only reaction everyone had when they saw his true face.    

Ordinary to the point where one could not find him after throwing him into the sea of people.    

"Stupid Brush!" What are you laughing at? Even the dog has a tag hanging around its neck, what's your name!? "    

After an angry curse, Xiao Lun Hai pointed at his nose and scolded again.    

His words also completely released the anger he felt when he first met the green hair.    

A strength at the peak of Stage Seven gave him enough courage to be arrogant!    

"Weak dog only knows how to bark, see how laozi will deal with him!"    

Without waiting for the man in black robes to reply, he let out a furious roar and the bald strong man holding the rod charged forward!    

Its muscles instantly released a terrifying force, and it even caused the air to emit muffled sounds.    

It was much higher than Lin Pan, who was downstairs just now.    

It wasn't his fault for being so impatient, as he was already so angry that he wanted to attack.    

Just now, when all the big guys had gone to watch the fun and unintentional fighting, he couldn't help but break the rules.    

At this moment, with great difficulty, a person came up with a sneer to provoke everyone. How could he sit still?    

"This person is nicknamed Monk. He and his uncle are very famous in the big families. His steel rod is unpredictable. The two of them have worked together against four enemies and they both have the same level of strength."    

Upstairs, Zhu Moann looked at the few people downstairs and whispered to Ye Tian.    

"Use a stick? "He truly does have some talent, but this time he was wrong. I hope that person doesn't kill him, otherwise it would be a pity."    

Saying that, Ye Tian could not help but shake his head, feeling some regret in his heart.    

After all, these were all elites of the younger generation. As the general in charge of a region, he was still moved by the number of deaths he had in one fell swoop.    

Hearing that, the doubt in Zhu Moann's eyes deepened.    

After all, he could only sense the black-robed man's sixth phase strength. How could he still die when he was at the peak of seventh phase?    

Seeing this, and seeing that Ye Tian didn't have any intention of replying, Heaven's Opening had even more playfulness on his face.    

"Haha, if it wasn't so, how could Mr. Ye have stayed here and watched for so long?    

That young man's skills are quite unique. If the gap between their strengths isn't too big, you wouldn't be able to see his true strength.    

In other words, I can show you as much as I want you to know. "    

Zhu Moann nodded as if he had thought of something, while Ye Tian continued to look at him seriously.    

He could faintly sense that he would run into the power behind this black robed man sooner or later. He might even become enemies with him …    

He didn't know that upstairs, and at this moment, the monk's steel pole had already arrived in front of the black-robed man!    

The other 'young masters' stopped talking when they saw this. They pretended to follow the rules and waited for the monk to kill the person before making a move. They also defended the rest of the people.    

After all, in their eyes, the black-robed man was just a small fry. The main attraction was still within their group.    

But today, he would teach them all a lesson!    

In the next second, the black-robed man did not retreat. Instead, he advanced. As the smile on his face grew increasingly cold, he charged forward!    

In an instant! The two hadn't even started fighting when the situation directly turned towards the black-robed man.    

How was this a fight? It was a completely torture …    

As the two exchanged punches and kicks, the black-robed man didn't dodge at all. He used his fist to clash head on with the long rod made of refined steel. In addition, his mother even had the upper hand!    

It was like hitting a plastic stick!    

The monk shouted but was completely powerless to retaliate. He could only watch helplessly as the black-robed man gradually crossed over the steel pole he was once so proud of, and punched himself.    

He didn't even have the chance to regret it. After a few breaths, he was punched in the chest and vomited blood as he flew out and crashed into a trash can in the corner of the wall.    

With trash, you don't know what's good for you.    

Boom!    

The crowd only felt a dull sound in their hearts. Everyone's brains seemed to have stopped working as they stood rooted to the spot, not knowing what to do.    

However, the next second, this group of arrogant young masters seemed to have a strange tacit understanding.    

Fear was written all over his face, and he looked at the man in black as if he had seen a ghost.    

That arrogant attitude from before? It was just dog shit.    

After all, they knew the power of monks. Even if they were to use sabers against him, they wouldn't be able to guarantee victory.    

Putting aside the fact that he was at the peak of Stage Seven, he didn't even have the courage to wield a blade.    

But that black-robed man, his strength was clearly only at the peak of Stage Six, how did he get to Stage Eight so quickly!?    

"What … What kind of method is this …"