The birth of a war god among humans is naturally a cause for celebration.
The commotion caused by the God of War's breakthrough startled many people.
A terrifying aura rose from the four directions—east, west, south, and north—suppressing the commotion.
The God of War, at the very center of the storm, was suppressed by the aftershocks of these auras. His body sank, his face contorted in a grimace, and he was unable to utter a single word.
Compared to these auras, the God of War was like an ant before a colossus, utterly insignificant and minuscule!
The God of War Who Reaches the Heavens!
Even at its weakest, it possesses the fighting power of a Heavenly War God!
Although Xue Meng is nominally a ninth-tier war god, in reality, everyone treats him as a supreme war god.
Of the four auras, Xue Meng is not the strongest!
The War King's eyes were filled with shock and horror, like a raging storm, unable to calm down.
It should be noted that the human race has only a handful of supreme war gods.
Four people appeared here...
Doesn't that mean the human race has abandoned all possible strategic buffer zones and piled all its strongest warriors into Nanjiang City...?
What are they going to do?!
Countless thoughts flashed through the God of War's mind, only to quickly disappear.
because,
A madman appeared before him.
Stimulated by the aura of these supreme war gods, Master Ying regained his senses considerably.
He remembered that he was actually quite strong.
For example, he is very skilled at sealing the memories of the God of War.
A black light flashed, and the newly-brought-to-breakthrough God of War suddenly went black and fell straight backward.
The wicked woman whispered, "You bad thing, you didn't kill someone, did you?"
"How is that possible!"
Shadow Master retorted, "I've sealed your memories over a hundred times, how could I be wrong!"
Bad woman: ......
"You bastard, I'll fight you to the death!"
Just as the wicked woman made a desperate stand, a black light flashed before her eyes.
She looked at the war god on the ground and asked softly.
"You bastard, you didn't kill someone, did you?"
On the second viewing, Shadow Master was clearly much more experienced.
"Yes, it was an accidental death, so it's entirely your fault!"
Bad woman: ......
Not long after Shadow Master made his move, a low-profile minivan drove by.
The moment the van ran over the God of War, he vanished and was taken away.
The streets seemed as if nothing had happened, and the usual tranquility had returned.
The Second Master Ying, who had finally regained some composure... went mad again.
"Third Uncle! Third Uncle!"
Master Ying looked at the five yuan in the bowl and said with some disdain,
"This doesn't look like a fortune teller, it looks like a beggar."
Xiaoyao shook his head, puzzled.
“I don’t look like a fortune teller at all, but I am a fortune teller.”
hiss--
For a moment, Master Ying was unable to refute him.
He had no choice but to change the subject and ask,
"Third Uncle, isn't it too taxing to do fortune telling like this?"
Xiaoyao did not deny that Ying Er called him his third uncle.
After all, His current role is that of Shadow Two's guardian.
Xiaoyao shook his head again.
"I only tell fortunes for people, but the questions they ask don't need to be answered."
How does a War King break through to become a War God?
Does this kind of thing require Xiaoyao to calculate it silently?
That would be a gross underestimation of the carefree spirit...
"Ah! I get it!"
Shadow Two seemed to remember something, his eyes gleaming.
"My third uncle is the fairest person. If you pay 5 yuan, you can only have 5 yuan's worth of conversation!"
Not a single extra dollar.
Xiaoyao nodded slightly; that statement was correct.
However, in Xiaoyao's eyes, the value of giving Zhanwang a few pointers was not much different from that of 5 yuan.
The madman continued to set up his stall on the street with the Taoist priest.
The Taoist priest earned only 5 yuan in the entire afternoon.
As evening fell, the Taoist priest packed up his stall and, with the madman in tow, began their journey.
The madman crawled on all fours, twisting and contorting on the ground like a dragon's spine.
"Third Uncle, where are we going?"
The Taoist priest answered casually.
"After get off work, I go back to my place and cook."
Based on his observations over this period, Xiaoyao knows that most people get off work at five o'clock.
On their way back, the two passed by a tall building.
This is the Wanwuge industry.
An electronic screen hangs on the building, displaying constantly scrolling text accompanied by a host's narration.
Xiaoyao stopped in his tracks.
The madman stopped too.
Xiaoyao tilted his head slightly and looked at the electronic screen.
Master Ying also raised his head as if in a carefree manner. He forgot that he was originally lying on the ground. Inadvertently, he tilted his head back nearly 180 degrees, and his cervical spine twisted to an exaggerated degree as if it were rubber.
The middle-aged woman next to her glanced at it, but without even screaming, she rolled her eyes and fainted.
Before the woman could fall, two men in black rushed out from the crowd and took her away.
Master Ying Er saw the contents of the electronic screen clearly.
It's a very ordinary message, summarizing the achievements Shura has made since its birth.
News like this is no longer news.
Xiaoyao stood there watching, seemingly lost in thought.
...
Not far from the Taoist priest, a huge gold coin floated above the white clouds, concealing his presence.
On the gold coin, Zhao Qian looked worried and kept sighing.
He paced anxiously in circles, muttering to himself.
"What should I do? What should I do..."
"Uncle Zhao, why don't you take a rest?"
Xue Meng yawned and offered advice to the other party.
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