Gods Summoning System

The leader was the expressionless Lee Shi.    

The five hundred thousand strong army ran all the way, but they still could not escape their fate of becoming meat buns as they were surrounded by the river of Qitang.    

Ahead was the torrential river, and behind it was the slaughter hell.    

They had no choice but to surrender.    

More and more of the allied army of the five nations threw away their weapons.    

After that, the army of five hundred thousand had all collapsed and knelt on the ground, awaiting their demise.    

However, Lee Yin knew that it was impossible for him to be like these soldiers!    

Even if he surrendered, Lee Shi would never forgive him!    

"No …!"    

"I can't die here!"    

"I'm Tao Tang's next disciple, Grand Duke!"    

Lee Yin broke free from Zeng Tajiang's restraints and staggered to the side of the river. Looking at the surging Qitang, his eyes flickered unsteadily.    

He decided to cross the river with his body, to find a way out!    

Lee Yin looked back and saw Lee Shi slowly approaching in the distance. He looked noble and dignified.    

It was as if all the glory in the world belonged to Lee Shi!    

Hatred flashed across Lee Yin's eyes: "Lee Shi! I, Lee Yin, will definitely bear this shame in mind! I will definitely take back what I lost today! "    

Just as Lee Yin leaped and was about to jump into the Qitang River …    

Suddenly, a skinny old hand reached out from behind him and hooked his body back onto the shore like a tree branch.    

Lee Yin turned pale with fright. He looked at the owner of the bag. It was the beggar that had been silently following Lee Yin!    

He was also one of the top ten experts!    

His face was no longer covered by his greasy long hair, and the beggar had already revealed his true face to Lee Yin.    

His face was wrinkled and smeared with soot. He looked no different from a beggar on the street.    

Lee Yin, on the other hand, was shocked. He suddenly realized that he never knew which country or power this person was from!    

The old beggar grabbed Lee Yin and threw him onto the ground.    

Those murky eyes suddenly became clear, and two tripod shaped imprints flashed across them.    

"You, you are …!"    

Lee Yin suddenly opened his eyes wide, as if he remembered something. He pointed at the old beggar and was speechless for a long time!    

"Old man, what are you doing?!"    

A few of the generals from the five nations wanted to get close to Lee Yin and the old beggar, but a pair of palms suddenly extended from beside them.    

The Saint Origin Qi on it did not release any of its aura, and was full of threat as it faced the group.    

The owner of this pair of palms was none other than Tao Tang, General and Zeng Tajiang!    

"Zeng Tajiang, what's going on?!"    

Zeng Tajiang ignored them and stood in front of the crowd. However, he glanced into the distance at the figure that was getting closer.    

When Lee Shi rushed to the scene, the scene he saw was exactly the same.    

Lee Shi first looked at Zhao Lang in the distance and nodded in approval, which made Zhao Lang very excited.    

Then, he frowned and looked towards Lee Yin's direction.    

Internal conflict? Rebel? Acting?    

Zeng Tajiang's face was expressionless and his aged voice was strong. He whispered into Lee Shi's ear: "Prince Eleven, I'll just give you an explanation."    

He then nodded towards the old beggar.    

The old beggar's eyes had a cauldron shaped mark again as he walked towards Lee Yin.    

As for Lee Yin, he seemed to be scared stiff as he stared into the old beggar's eyes.    

His eyes seemed to glaze over, as if he had fallen into a trance.    

The old beggar raised his right palm and slapped horizontally like he was slapping watermelons.    

"Pah!"    

Lee Yin's head was smashed into smithereens by the old beggar's palm, just like a watermelon!    

The red and white objects fell onto the ground.    

On the battlefield, a headless corpse suddenly appeared.    

The entire battlefield descended into a strange silence.