The tone of the short old man completely angered Sauron. His ancestors had been dukes in Colombia for five generations. The glory of the family had long been supreme, and this royal city was the foundation of his family's origin. But the tone of the old man did not take this royal city seriously at all.
"Although Mr. Geun Suk and I have a short acquaintance, they are already like brothers and sisters. So please understand my original intention and don't force each other anymore!" Although Sauron was angry, he also knew that the old man in front of him had a high level of cultivation, so he did not break up.
Through Leya's whispering translation, David Mo knew what the old man said. He glanced at Sauron without hesitation and asked himself that his relationship with Sauron had not risen to this level. Moreover, it was clear at a glance which was more important to the people in the city compared to him, so he became more sure that Sauron had an ulterior motive.
The short old man raised his eyelids slightly and said carelessly: "Is it hard to force each other?" Then he laughed out loud and said slowly: "Are you qualified to let me force you? Either hand over that Geunshuo, or you all have to die!"
Soren finally could no longer control his anger and shouted: "When did my Williams family suffer such an insult? Now if I don't kill you, it will be difficult to relieve my hatred!"
Everyone thought he was going to do it himself, but found that his figure had not moved at all, but a figure flashed from behind him, which was Mutu, the butler of Yuelai Manor.
His speed was like lightning, and two layers of colorful light shrouded on his body. His whole body was like a god descending to earth. A whirlwind swept up from the place where he passed, forming wind blades in the air.
Several imperial guards who knew Mutu's background breathed a sigh of relief. Diamond Level 2 warriors should at least have the strength to fight. As long as Mutu can entangle this old man for a while, they can consume the short old man through magic crossbows.
However, the next scene was shocking. Mutu's movement speed became slower and slower. In the end, his legs seemed to be pulled by a rope, and he could no longer move half a step.
Others don’t know what happened, but Mutu himself knew very well. Unlike the last time he was bound by the young man in white, his legs seem to no longer belong to him and are gradually losing consciousness.
Frightened! Mutu couldn't help but want to roar, but found that his throat could not make any sound. Gradually, his whole body lost consciousness, leaving only a pair of eyes that could move slightly.
"Mutu!" Soren soon discovered Mutu's abnormality, and his face instantly became ugly. The old man subdued Mutu without spending one move and one move, so he could imagine his profound cultivation!
He clenched his hands into fists. No matter how much he said in this situation, it would be in vain. As long as the man in white next to him refused to take action, the matter today was destined to be unable to be resolved.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but turn his head to look at David Mo, his eyes were pale and powerless, but there was a bit of begging. If he was unwilling to take action at this time, then he would have completely lost the bet this time.
The short old man walked towards the crowd step by step, his eyes full of jokes, and he said lightly: "Have you considered it clearly now? Should you reject my proposal or hand over the young man from Yuelai Manor?"
Drops of cold sweat oozed out from Mutu's forehead, and his lips began to turn white. It was obvious that the old man was still exerting force in secret. If he dragged it on, he was afraid he would be here today.
The short old man had already crossed the city gate and entered the city. Seeing that Sauron was silent and refused to speak, he snorted coldly, and once again emitted a ripples that stretched along the street, and wherever he passed, he turned into rubble.
Because it was closest, Mutu and the Imperial Commander were not spared. When the ripples passed by them, Mutu's body twitched, and the fighting hood on his body instantly shattered, a head of red-brown hair spread out, and a mouthful of blood was sprayed out, and he fainted.
The imperial commander was even worse. The battle hood on his body was not enough to be broken, and even his copper armor shattered instantly. His flesh and blood body could no longer resist the power of the ripples, and he turned into a pool of flesh and blood.
Then hundreds of soldiers turned into blood mist and dissipated in the air. Many people hiding at home also avoided it. As the buildings were destroyed, their lives were dissipated in the gust of wind.
The bustling streets turned into ruins, corpses were everywhere, and wailing everywhere. The imperial guards of the royal city of Corumia retreated in unison. If it weren't for the fact that His Majesty's younger brother was still standing behind, they would have almost collapsed completely.
"It seems that you chose to die... Since that's the case, I'll only go to Yuelai Manor in person!" The short old man looked at the soldiers who still refused to retreat and said coldly. Just as he took two steps forward and was about to make another blow, a low voice sounded from behind the crowd.
"The people were innocently damaged, and the soldiers fought to kill and died, all because of me. If I continue to be timid, it would be a bit unreasonable."
This sentence was in deep blue language, so many soldiers could not understand what it meant, but the generals who had learned deep blue language since childhood understood it. They quickly looked back and finally found the source of the sound, which turned out to be the young man next to Lord Marquis.
Then they suddenly realized that the owner of Yuelai Manor was William Soren, and the person who could let the Marquis accompany him personally must be Mr. Keun Suo, the old man's mouth!
The breeze blew, and a white figure flashed in front of the imperial guards. The white long clothes swung in the wind, feeling indescribable freedom. Just looking at this outfit, you can feel that he is not a mortal.
"I am Gensuo. I don't know what advice you have?" His face was extremely calm, and he was not afraid of the old man's strength just now.
A glimmer burst out from the short old man's eyes, and he also said in dark blue: "Da Desert Inn, the Royal City of Malta, two places, two lives... Today I came here to make you pay for your blood debts!"
David Mo stood there quietly, his eyes flat and said, "Blood debt and blood repayment? It depends on your ability."
The short old man shook his head and sneered: "I know you are a Knight of the Nine Diamond, but today I want to tell you that even the legendary Knight cannot cross the gap of the laws of nature!"
After he finished speaking, his whole body instantly soared into the air. A milky white holy light appeared on him, and powerful pressure rushed out, making everyone present feel a little depressed.
"The Saint-level powerhouse... is actually a Saint-level powerhouse..." Sauron's eyes were full of incredible. He never expected that this uninvited guest was actually a Saint-light-level powerhouse!
According to his original idea, no matter how strong the old man is, he will not break through the ninth level of diamonds. Mr. Geumshuo is a legendary knight, so I guess what happened today will not be difficult, and I can still leave this young man for a while through this matter, but the current situation has exceeded his expectations!
Like him, almost everyone was shocked, whether it was a general or a soldier, because they never thought that a powerful man of the Holy Light level would come to the royal city of Colombia!
The originally short old man looked particularly eye-catching under the sacred light. As a necromancer, not only did he not have any breath of death on his body, but he gave people a sacred feeling.
However, David Mo knew in his heart that after high-level undead warriors practiced to the diamond level, their death aura would be much more restrained, and the Holy Light level could change their temperament. However, this kind of thing could not change their hearts, so that when they fought, they would involuntarily release that disgusting aura.
Afterimages flashed in the sky, the short old man's speed was like lightning, and the airflow in the air was brought up by him, but David Mo could also judge his real movement trajectory.
A black flame broke out less than three feet away from the young man in white, tearing the white figure to pieces. Unfortunately, it was just a phantom, and the body had already flashed to a three-meter away on the right.
A cold sweat oozed out of David Mo's forehead. The power of the holy light level was indeed very strong, almost making him unable to resist it. He finally did not dare to continue to be arrogant. As his thoughts moved, a silver light flashed in his hand, and a silver spear about nine feet long appeared in his hand.
The old man seemed to have some impression of this silver spear. He said coldly: "I heard that Hackway died under this spear. Today I really want to see what's special about it!"
After he finished speaking, a thin sword about three feet long appeared in his hand. The sword body was only one finger wide, emitting a dark green light, which seemed extremely delicate and fragile overall. The sword body shook slightly, and a low buzzing sound was made.
The next moment, the figure of the short old man disappeared into the air, leaving only afterimages passing through the earth, rolling up the bluestone slabs on the ground, turning them into powder in the strong wind.
David Mo's figure activated at the same time, and waves of dragon roars swept out from the spear in his hand. Eighteen layers of colorful light shrouded on him. Looking up from the ground, he was as mighty as if a god had descended to earth.
The silver light and the dark green light collided together like lightning. The two powerful energy formed a ripple in the air, and even the air was distorted. All the places radiated by the ripple turned into ashes.
The silver light and dark green light became stronger and stronger, and finally a light curtain formed to cover the two of them. As time passed by, the light gradually darkened, and the people on the ground finally saw the result clearly.
The young man in white stood with a gun in one hand, his eyes slightly solemn, his chest kept rising and falling, obviously the collision just now made him unable to bear it. The short old man seemed to have not gotten a bargain. His face was no longer as bright as before, and he was replaced by a shock.
"The Knight at the ninth level of Diamond can actually be equal to the Saint-level powerhouse?!" In an instant, this idea appeared in his mind. (To be continued.)