Legend of the Holy God of Douluo

The shouts of the vendors instantly attracted the guards who came to patrol the city. After a while, a group of private soldiers wearing silver armor appeared on the street.

"What's wrong."

At this time, a merchant ran up to the leading soldier without stopping, with a look of joy on his face as he survived the disaster.

"Return, return to your lord, it's him who committed the murder on the street, we all saw it!"

He pointed at a young man wearing a light blue robe not far away, and a little fear could still be seen in his eyes.

"Well, I see."

The soldier nodded slowly, and then led a group of subordinates to the young man.

"Why are you committing murder in the street!"

The soldier commander asked loudly, and powerful soul power fluctuations erupted from his body during his words, overwhelming the opponent.

In this regard, the young man said nothing, he just turned his head slightly and looked over.

In an instant, the soldier commander recognized him, his pupils shrank suddenly, and then he immediately knelt down on one knee and said loudly.

"My subordinate Wu Jian has met His Royal Highness the Holy Son!"

When the guards behind him heard the name of the Holy Son, they immediately reacted and immediately knelt down to salute.

Seeing a group of guards paying such a grand salute to this young man, the vendor who had reported him earlier turned pale. He did not expect that this ordinary-looking handsome young man could have such a noble status.

Thin beads of cold sweat covered his forehead almost as soon as he breathed, and the trembling of his body was always telling the fear in his heart.He ran to Dai Yuan tremblingly, almost falling to the ground several times due to his panicked movements.

After arriving in front of him, he knelt down with a plop and put his hands on the ground to rest his head.

"Little, little, yes, I have eyes that cannot see Mount Tai. Please, please forgive me, Lord Holy Son."

At this moment, his eyes were closed tightly, and the cold sweat on his forehead continued to fall to the ground along his cheeks. He was very worried. At this moment, his life and death were in the hands of the young man in front of him.

Suddenly, he felt a burst of warmth coming towards him. When he came to his senses, he found that he had been lifted up from the ground by Dai Yuan.

Dai Yuan smiled and flicked the dust on his shoulders with his hands, speaking in a gentle tone.

"You did a good job, but I was rude."

Then, he turned around and said to the guard captain on the side.

"Everyone, get up. I am responsible for the losses here tonight. Can you do me a favor?"

"I am willing to go through fire and water for His Highness, and I will do anything!"

All the guards raised their hands to express their loyalty. Dai Yuan smiled and nodded, then pointed to the ruins not far away and said slowly.

"The people inside were taken to the Xingyue Hotel, where they found a man named Flanders and handed him over to that man."

Immediately afterwards, Dai Yuan took out a light green jade ring and handed it to the guard captain.

"There is compensation inside. Take out [-] gold soul coins from it and give it to that person for treatment and compensation. Then give this ring to the cardinal of the branch temple for compensation for everything that happened tonight."

"Yes, I will live up to your trust, please rest assured, Your Highness!"

After doing this, Dai Yuan turned to look at the peaceful ruins. He sighed deeply and turned to leave.

Looking at Dai Yuan's leaving figure, everyone bowed silently to pay tribute to him. The demeanor he showed had been recognized and admired by them.

The evening breeze is bleak, and this night is destined to be an inevitable night for many people.

Back at the Pope's Palace, Dai Yuan originally wanted to go to Hu Liena to find her, but as soon as he entered the palace, he suddenly got physical.

Then he instantly changed direction and walked towards the teacher Bibi Dong's residence.

"It's so late, what's wrong?"

As soon as they arrived outside the room, Bibi Dong's voice came from inside, with a kind of gentle love in the coldness.

"A very strong wave of soul power suddenly appeared next to Tang San. I'm worried that someone has already started to contact him, and from what I can see so far, the opponent's strength is at least a Titled Douluo level expert."

After speaking, Bibi Dong did not reply, but the door in front of him slowly opened.

"Come in and talk to me in detail."

The ancient moon hangs high, and the cold moonlight shines on the desert for thousands of miles. The strong wind rolls up the yellow sand, adding a touch of sadness to the desolation.

Tang San wore a gray-black cloak and strolled forward in this vast desert. He was followed slowly by an old man in black robes. Bright yellow light patterns were woven on the surface to form a ferocious face. Giant scorpion, the hook of the scorpion tail is like the scythe of death, full of the breath of death.

"Who are you and why did you find me?"

Along the way, from when he became aware of the old man's existence to when he came to him little by little, his mental journey went from despair to doubt and now to anger.

At first, he thought it was the pursuers of Wuhun Palace. At that time, he felt desolate and deeply despaired. But after a long time, the other party seemed to have no intention of taking action against him. At this time, he also began to slow down gradually, thinking about what the other party was doing. The purpose of doing it is still puzzling.

Later, he found that the distance between himself and the other party was getting closer and closer, until he came to his side.He saw the other person's appearance clearly, but the old man remained silent from beginning to end.

Along the way, Tang San had many conjectures in his mind, but none of them could explain this absurdity. As time passed, the doubts in his heart gradually turned into anger.

Seeing the young man roaring at him, the old man raised the corners of his mouth and then let out a hoarse voice.

"Jiejie, little bastard, you finally spoke. If you don't say anything anymore."

"What the hell do you want to do!"

Tang San interrupted the old man's words without mercy. Suddenly, he felt a strong wave of soul power erupt from the old man's body.

"boom!"

There was a loud noise from the sand pile not far away, and after a while, Tang San staggered out of the sand pile, his face covered in blood and covered with fine sand.

He squinted and looked at the black figure standing not far away. Then, his vision blurred for a while. When it became clear again, the old man still appeared in front of him with a smile on his face.

"Boy, no one has ever dared to interrupt me. You are the first."

"Hmph, don't try to bully me here. If you can drag me until now, you must be asking for something from me. If you dare, kill me now!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Tang San suddenly felt something strangled his throat, and the huge force made his face instantly turn red.

At this time, the old man also put away his previous warm smile. He looked at Tang San expressionlessly, as if he was looking at a corpse.

"Old husband, you, no, have to, well, die!"

Although each word was blurry, he could roughly hear it. At this time, Tang San looked at the old man with red eyes. His formerly handsome face now looked like a ferocious and bloodthirsty beast.

"Oh, he seems to be a tough guy, Jie Jie."

He slowly raised his right hand and put a firm grip on Tang San's neck.

"Boom!"

A crisp sound of bones breaking through the silent night.