Chapter 51
A flash of disdain flashed in Marcus's eyes.
He could tell at a glance that this old man had just reached the Saint level, and his aura was still very unstable.
As one of the three leaders of the Dark Night Club, he had become a saint-level powerhouse three years ago. Naturally, he would not take the saint-level old man in front of him seriously.
A sinister smile appeared on Marcus' face.
Killing those heaven-level ants gave him no pleasure at all.
"Saint level, I have never hunted before!"
Marcus flashed, ready to play a game of cat and mouse.
His figure flashed and stood on the top of a big tree.
The moment the saint-level old man passed by, Marcus took action and punched the ground violently.
A sonic boom sounded instantly, and the surging Qi suddenly blasted out.
The saint-level old man's expression changed drastically and he suddenly moved aside.
"Boom!"
There was a loud noise, and a fist mark with a diameter of more than three meters and a depth of more than two meters appeared on the ground covered with dead branches and leaves.
Although the saint-level old man avoided the punch, his arm was still injured by the air wave. The entire right hand was dripping with blood and the bones were shattered. The arm was obviously completely disabled.
Marcus was condescending and sneered:
"Killing a saint-level person doesn't mean that I came all the way to Yanlong Kingdom in vain!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Marcus jumped down from the top of the tree and rushed towards the old man like an eagle catching its prey.
Unexpectedly, the old man didn't bother with him at all, turned around and ran away at full speed.
Marcus smiled disdainfully, "No prey has ever escaped from my hands!"
He moved his feet and immediately chased the old man at a faster speed.
Seeing that the distance was getting closer, Marcus clenched his fist again. Infuriating energy continued to flow into his fist, and the surrounding air continued to make explosions.
"Boom!"
Marcus punched again, and his powerful energy set off strong winds, breaking all the trees along the way.
This punch landed on the back of the saint-level old man with great precision, causing him to fly forward. Blood spurted out from his mouth, and his bones were on the verge of breaking.
If it weren't for the god-level Qi left by Xiao Zhan in his body, the old man would have exploded into a ball of blood mist at this moment.
He struggled to sit up, looked at Marcus who was pursuing him, and suddenly smiled.
"Your death has come!"
As soon as he finished speaking, three other saint-level auras quickly approached from three directions.
Marcus' face changed drastically, "Impossible!"
"How come there are still saint-level experts!"
Marcus couldn't help but be shocked, as three other saint-level old men appeared in sight.
Marcus didn't dare to hesitate, turned around and ran away frantically, not even having time to deliver a fatal blow to the saint-level old man on the ground.
At the same time, Marcus also felt that the three saint-level powerhouses coming now also had unstable auras, and they should have just broken through.
A crazy idea popped into his head.
Is it possible that these four saints all made breakthroughs in Wudang Mountain?
How can this be? !
Marcus used the fastest speed in his life and jumped several kilometers in one go.
He knew very well that facing four saints, he would definitely die!
Marcus could feel that the four people had surrounded him.
what to do?
Marcus panicked for the first time.
He had killed countless people, and the number of heaven-level experts who died in his hands was not even a hundred but eighty, but this was the first time that he felt the breath of death.
This made Marcus very frustrated.
Suddenly, Marcus saw Wudang Mountain ahead.
A perfect escape plan emerged in his mind.
Marcus glanced at the four saint-level old men chasing behind him and sneered:
"A bunch of brainless idiots!"
Marcus knew that there were people from the Yanlong National Security Agency and Shadow on Wudang Mountain. As long as he kidnapped a few heaven-level experts, the other party would definitely let him go.
After all, heaven-level experts are already regarded as high-level combat power, and no country will lose them in vain.
Marcus stepped up the stone steps, like a sharp arrow, and climbed up Wudang Mountain in the blink of an eye.
After rushing into the crowd, Marcus immediately put away his momentum and walked towards the top of the mountain with his head lowered.
He knew that those heaven-level experts who were afraid of death must be hiding on the top of the mountain now.
Seeing the four saint-level old men stopping at the foot of the mountain, Marcus felt that his choice was extremely wise.
Now there are people all over the mountains and plains, and they can’t find themselves at all!
Thinking of this, Marcus sped up again.
Finally, Marcus saw the main hall on the top of the mountain.
His eyes turned cold, "No one would have thought that I would come back with a killing blow, so you just wait to die!"
With a sneer, Marcus suddenly increased his speed and rushed into the hall in an instant!
Sure enough, all the heaven-level experts gathered in the hall at this time.
Marcus laughed:
"Suffer death, you all!"
But a group of heaven-level experts were sitting on chairs, still chatting and laughing. There was no trace of fear on their faces. Instead, they stretched out their hands and pointed at Marcus, looking as if they were looking at a dead person.
Marcus looked cold and stern:
"When death is imminent, aren't you ready to beg for mercy?"
Marcus looked at the more than a hundred heaven-level experts present with a murderous look on his face. He was confident that once he took action, he could control more than ten heaven-level experts in an instant. Even if the four saint-level men at the foot of the mountain caught up, they would only be able to control them. You can choose to let yourself go!
Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Marcus frowned and looked at the man wearing a golden mask sitting in the upper seat.
"Are you the master of the Temple of War?"
Marcus sneered, "The outside world has said that you are a god, but in fact you are just a saint."
"Do you think you can stop me from killing these heaven-level ants here?"
Xiao Zhan picked up the teacup and took a sip, a hint of amusement flashed in his eyes.
The heaven-level experts present laughed even more.
"What are you laughing at!"
Marcus roared angrily:
"Are you scared out of your wits?!"
A heaven-level powerhouse nodded and sneered: "Yes, I'm so scared."
Marcus's eyes were full of anger, "Saint level cannot be insulted, you will pay the price!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the aura from Marcus' whole body surged out crazily, and he instantly locked onto the dozen or so heaven-level experts next to him.
There is an insurmountable gap between the holy level and the heavenly level. With this distance, even if the master of the Temple of War, who is also a holy level, takes action, he cannot stop him.
"I have to say, you are very arrogant," Marcus looked at Xiao Zhan coldly:
"Don't you ask the four saints at the foot of the mountain to come up and help?"
Xiao Zhan put down his tea cup, glanced at Marcus, and said slowly:
"They have completed their mission and stayed at the foot of the mountain to prevent you from escaping."
Marcus' eyes became colder and sterner, "Are you so confident that you think you can catch me?"
"catch you?"
Xiao Zhan said 'hehe', "There is no need to capture you alive."
Marcus was furious. He had never been so slighted.
"Believe it or not, I will kill these ten people now!"
"If ten heaven-level experts died like this, it would be an unbearable loss for your Yanlong Kingdom, right!?"
Marcus is full of confidence:
"Don't act in front of me. I know that you are actually scared to death."
Wan Zhongliang's eyes were full of murderous intent:
"I've never seen someone as arrogant as you."
"No matter who you are, no matter which force you come from, if you dare to break into the Yanlong Kingdom and attack and kill the heaven-level experts in our Yanlong Kingdom, you are destined to die without a burial today!"
Marcus sneered repeatedly, "Do you think these words can scare a saint-level powerhouse like me?"
"Sprinkle coins!" Wan Zhongliang cursed, and then looked at Marcus coldly.
Xiao Zhan spoke at this time:
"My God of War has issued a ban prohibiting any dark forces from entering the Yanlong Kingdom."
"Since you want to challenge the majesty of my Temple of War, then fine, I'll help you."
As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Zhan didn't see any movement. Marcus only felt a hurricane coming over him.
As a heavy oppressive feeling like a mountain came over, Marcus immediately mobilized all his energy to resist, and at the same time planned to kill a few heaven-level powerful men first to establish his power.
But he was horrified to find that the true energy in his body could not be mobilized, and his body seemed to be frozen.
"Crack!"
There was a crashing sound from Marcus' legs.
He couldn't help but fell to his knees.
It was like a big mountain was pressing down on his back. With a bang, Marcus, who was kneeling on the ground, couldn't bear it and fell directly to the ground, unable to even lift his head!
"you!"
Marcus' whole body kept making "ka-ka" sounds, and his expression changed drastically:
"You are not a saint!"
Xiao Zhan walked up to Marcus, raised his foot and stepped on his head, and said slowly:
"When did I say that I was a saint?"
"Tell me, what's your name, and which dark force do you come from?"
Marcus was shaking all over and struggled to raise his head, but Xiao Zhan stepped down and his whole face hit the ground heavily.
Blood suddenly splattered.
Marcus was filled with the fear of death and shouted in horror:
"Sir, please spare my life! I am willing to surrender to the Temple of War! From now on, I will shed my blood for the Temple of War!"
Xiao Zhan slowly shook his head, "First of all, you are not qualified."
"Secondly, I, the God of War, never take prisoners."
