All eyes fell on the old fortune teller.
Back then, this man suppressed all the Western gods alone, established the "Divine Covenant", hung a sword over the heads of the gods, and no one dared to say a word.
Regardless of whether the real bigwigs at the time retired from the world or avoided the limelight, he ultimately brought shame to the West.
Now that he has reappeared, the real bigwigs have all appeared, wanting to wash away this shame and use it to step onto the top of the West.
Kill the old fortune teller, and that will be the pinnacle of the West.
Carlyle, that's the idea.
Death, too.
The seven gods of death, carrying endless murderous intent, enveloped the old fortune teller.
Seven sickles of the god of death, almost in no particular order, fell down, flashing with cold gold and silver light.
The old fortune teller came over with the handrail, standing still.
"Forget it. I don't care about your resistance anymore. Why should I wear a mask to show myself to others? Today, I will let you see the power from the ancient East."
Suddenly, the old fortune teller raised his hand, wiped off the mask on his face, revealing his true appearance.
Before, he thought about keeping a low profile as much as possible so as not to cause resistance from the Western gods and just suppress them.
So, I got a mixed-race mask and put it on.
But tonight, it doesn't matter.
conflict?
Anyone who dares to resist will be beaten to death!
He wants to suppress the entire West with his tyrannical strength!
Swish.
The golden blade light fell, and the old fortune teller disappeared on the spot.
The leading Grim Reaper frowned slightly, but his scythe continued to sweep around.
The sharp sword intent tore through the void, making a whistling sound.
The other six Grim Reapers also reacted extremely quickly. They retreated one after another and formed an encirclement to prevent the old fortune teller from escaping.
"Where are the others?"
This thought flashed through the minds of everyone at the scene.
Even Xiao Chen did not sense the old fortune teller's presence.
"Why, you only dare to hide your head and show your tail?"
The leading Grim Reaper’s sword missed, his voice cold.
"If you don't show up, I will kill all your entourage."
"You can't even find my trace, what right do you have to fight me?"
The old fortune teller's indifferent voice sounded from above.
A palm print fell from the sky.
The seven Grim Reapers suddenly raised their heads, raised their sickles together, and slashed at the falling palm print.
Click.
The palm print shattered.
Before they could soar into the sky, three more palm prints fell down.
Bang.
There was a Grim Reaper who couldn't resist and was knocked to the ground.
He fell into a big pit with the knife, all his bones were broken, and he was dead beyond death.
The leading Grim Reaper's eyes narrowed, his black robe fluttered, and he soared into the sky towards the palm print.
"You only know that I defeated Kai Lei, but you don't know how I lost, right?"
The old fortune teller looked at the Grim Reaper rushing towards him and asked with a smile.
When Kai Lei, who was far away, heard his words, his face trembled and his anger rose.
What is this old guy trying to do!
You're not going to expose what happened that day in public and make him socially ruined, are you?
That battle was absolutely a shame for him, but fortunately, apart from 'his own God', no one in the outside world knew about it.
Now, the old fortune teller wants to say it in public?
At this moment, he wanted to fight the old fortune teller to the death.
However, his fear of the old fortune teller made him suppress his anger and impulse.
"Let me show you."
After the old fortune teller finished speaking, he disappeared on the spot.
The leading Grim Reaper was startled, and a sense of crisis erupted in his heart.
Without even thinking, he swung out the golden Grim Reaper's scythe quickly.
Click.
The old fortune teller grasped the Grim Reaper's scythe and shattered it directly, just like he had shattered Carlyle's knife.
The leading Grim Reaper's eyes narrowed. How is it possible!
He subconsciously wanted to step back, but he was totally unable to do it.
Swish.
The broken scythe of the god of death turned into golden light and pierced into the abdomen of the leading god of death.
His defense was not much stronger than Carlyle's, and it shattered like paper.
"ah!"
The leading Grim Reaper screamed in pain and formed a field, trying to stop the old fortune teller's next killing move.
From this point of view, his combat awareness is stronger than that of Carlyle.
However, he was facing the old fortune teller at this moment.
And the old fortune teller wants to kill a chicken to scare the monkeys today, to shock the Western gods!
The old fortune teller took a step forward so fast that even without leaving an afterimage, he arrived in front of the leading Grim Reaper.
He grabbed the leading Grim Reaper by the neck, his eyes cold and mocking: "Now, do you know how he lost?"
"No……"
The leading Grim Reaper was extremely shocked and wanted to struggle, but he was unable to do so.
At this moment, all his cultivation seemed to be suppressed.
Especially when he noticed the indifferent look of the old fortune teller, he did not dare to struggle hard.
He had a feeling that if he dared to struggle, the old fortune teller would break his neck.
"That's how he lost to me."
The old fortune teller's indifferent look turned into a teasing one.
"What makes you think you can kill me? The god of death? The dead god?"
“…”
The leading Grim Reaper felt cold all over, and he felt that he was enveloped by death.
"Whoever you want to die must die? Why are you so awesome? That's because you didn't meet me earlier, otherwise you would have died a long time ago."
The old fortune teller slowly exerted force on his hands, and the pale face of the Grim Reaper became even paler.
Seeing this scene, the place fell into dead silence.
The Western gods were greatly shocked.
The power displayed by the old fortune teller was far beyond their imagination.
Was that how Carlyle was defeated by him that day?
Now, the number one god of death has also been defeated by him!
Kai Lei, who originally thought he was doomed, suddenly felt relieved when he saw the death in the hands of the old fortune teller.
With someone to keep me company, I don’t feel so lonely anymore.
At first, he was embarrassed, but it was only in front of more than a dozen ancient gods.
Today is different. There are at least hundreds of gods here... This is absolutely embarrassing.
When the other Grim Reapers saw their boss being captured, they wanted to rush forward to save him, but they were afraid.
Even the boss has no power to resist, so they would be courting death if they go up there.
What's more... a Grim Reaper has already been killed.
"This old fortune teller has really become famous."
Xiao Chen was a little envious. How great it would be if this happened to him. He could shock the entire West and hundreds of gods with his own strength!
He was eager to try it out. If someone else bothered the old fortune teller, he would go up and give it a try himself.
But think about it again, is there anyone who dares to cause trouble for the old fortune teller?
The fate of the first bird to stick its head out is already determined.
Are all the monkeys on this mountain trembling with fear?
"Two choices, surrender or die."
The old fortune teller looked at the leading Grim Reaper and said coldly.
"Death...will never be a slave..."
The leading Grim Reaper squeezed out a word. He wanted to find a way out, after all, there were too many gods there.
Wouldn't it be too embarrassing to surrender directly?
"Oh, then die."
The old fortune teller's eyes turned cold and he exerted force on his hands.
Click.
The neck of the leading Grim Reaper was broken.
"No……"
The leading Grim Reaper only had time to utter this sound before he felt his body flying up and then falling heavily to the ground.
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