Fu Nian walked slowly in the center of the broken hall. The reflective glass floor was now a broken mirror, torn into pieces.
The wall between the corridor and the hall behind him has completely disappeared at this moment, but if someone carefully observes the threshold behind him, it can be clearly seen that the color of the disappearing part of the wall is completely different from the color of the surrounding smooth glazed floor.
The wall seemed to have been smashed directly into the floor, but because the force was so subtle, that piece of floor perfectly withstood the force coming from above.
In front of him, the spacious and luxurious hall was dim, filled with elite figures of heavily armed men wearing black windbreakers and bulletproof vests.
Each of them was holding an assault rifle, and their pairs of black, light-gold eyes looked like fireflies hanging in mid-air in the surrounding darkness.
But it is a firefly that only trembles to the point of horror,
They stared at the man who was walking slowly opposite. Every time they took a step, the smooth and money-scented floor would spread around them like a spider web. The black mist that condensed like substance behind them would become thicker. The end of the world.
It seemed like it was falling on top of them at this moment.
The man had a pair of eyes that eclipsed their own eyes. A red-gold light flowed in those eyes, like slowly flowing lava. In those eyes, they saw a brilliance they had never seen before, condensing behind them.
In the darkness, it shines brightly like a star, with a coldness and arrogance that makes them all suffocate.
Every fierce ghost who saw those eyes wanted to immediately turn around and run towards the door that was so close behind them.
But no one can do it. Those eyes are spinning like a whirlpool, clinging to their sight and their spirits. In the man's slow steps, a huge spiritual field that is difficult to describe in words emerges from the darkness behind him.
Stretching out its tentacles towards the surroundings. Spreading between them.
As the area where the tentacles spread became wider and wider, the whirlpool that attracted their eyes and whole body became thicker. In the end, everyone seemed to be entangled in a spider web as prey, and they were entangled in the same place as they struggled, unable to move.
.
Fu Nian looked up and down at the nearly a hundred elite fierce ghosts pouring into the hall from three doors in front of him.
In the midst of everyone's violently shaking pupils.
Slowly stretch out your right hand again, and gently and slowly make a fist with the palm of your right hand.
The surrounding cobwebs shrank suddenly at this moment, and the world seemed to be held in the hands of this man, and the suffocating pressure suddenly increased.
Keep your palms clenched.
boom!
A majestic cracking sound exploded in the quiet darkness. It was the sound of collective windbreakers and bulletproof vests cracking under pressure.
The sound of heavy breathing appeared in the darkness. The violent heartbeat began to accelerate, and red bloodshot eyes suddenly filled the golden eyes of the fierce ghosts.
The solemn and depressing atmosphere in the hall was intense to the extreme.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the man's eyes, as if there was some scene there that would frighten them for the rest of their lives, just like the flash of summer flowers and the quiet beauty of falling autumn leaves. For this reason, they could ignore the mission.
Responsibility, regardless of the fate of life and death.
Fu Nian's palms suddenly pinched together.
Bang!
Countless crimson flowers bloomed collectively from the spot. In the eyes of an artist, this scene is like the Lycoris flowers blooming among the hills of Edo. But in Fu Nian's vision, they are more like blooming from the top of the Siberian mountains.
Tomatoes hanging on the stone.
There is a bright red despair in the alluring color.
Just this moment.
The door to the room on the second floor of the hall opened with a bang.
A man wearing a blood-red kimono with wide sleeves appeared in the field of vision. His large kimono was embroidered with large flowers of Higan flower. This amaryllidaceae plant also known as manjusawa, is now in the hall below.
There are openings everywhere,
The lights in the hall suddenly bloomed at this moment. In the bright white light, the Higan flower on Kazama Ruri's gorgeous kimono became even brighter at this moment, complementing his white skin.
Ruri Kazama also appeared in front of the railing while slowly stepping on clogs in a carefully painted kabuki makeup.
Look at each other condescendingly.
Fu Nian slowly raised his head and looked at Fengjian Liuli at the railing on the second floor. The flowing red gold vertical eyes in his eyes were slowly covered by darkness.
"The beautiful stage, the crazy lighting, it's really a grand performance,"
Kazama Liuli slowly clapped his palms. It seemed that those sacrificed on the stage were not his men at all. It seemed that at this moment he was not the Dragon King of the Fierce Demons. Instead, he was an audience member who truly appreciated art and truly worshiped the strong.
, at this moment, the hall where Fu Nian was sitting became a stage for him, the audience.
Fu Nian didn't speak, but the darkening golden pupils were filled with more intense depth. The darkness behind him continued, rushing towards Fengjian Liuli.
"No one dares to stand in this position and look down at me."
Fu Nian's expression was indifferent and almost cold, and his arrogant attitude was exposed to the air without any cover at this moment, in front of Fengjian Liuli.
The movement of Fengjian Liuli's hand suddenly stopped, and the charming smile on her face became stiff at this moment.
This man no longer looked like he had just now. Although it had only been half an hour, this man's attitude towards himself had undergone earth-shaking changes.
Although the man before was equally arrogant, Kazama Ruri also felt the suffocating pressure on him.
But it was completely unlike now. Under this man's unconcealed eyes at this moment, he felt a kind of desperate fear. The moment the other person's voice spoke, Kazama Liuli's sight began to be swallowed up by darkness. That was
The darkness of despair, the loneliness and violence that makes people want to die immediately.
Tyranny from the king!
The situation at this moment is like a situation where a foreign object enters the territory after the Lion King has sworn to kill the intruder in his territory. Although this foreign object may not have the mentality of invading others, the Lion King just after the battle
In front of you, this is a naked provocation.
Kazama Ruri made the mistake of choosing the time when he appeared, and even the wrong place.
When the Earth and Mountain Throne had just finished crushing the battlefield, he treated it as a stage as a bystander and applauded the winner.
The arrogance of the dragon will never allow such a thing to happen, and the authority and followers of the throne will never easily let go of those who desecrate the throne.
Darkness slowly erodes everything around Kazama Ruri,
The originally dazzling world seemed to be shrouded in a curtain. In the darkness, all sight lines had disappeared, leaving only a pair of deep vertical pupils hanging in front of Fengjian Liuli.
They were a pair of huge eyes, but the eyes were only black, so dark that one could not see any hope of life in them.
Kazama Liuli's whole body was covered with an icy chill, and it felt like countless dark gun muzzles pointing at you from a 360-degree angle.
You can't escape, you can't escape.
At this moment, his life and death were truly in the hands of this man. As long as he had a thought, a thought of his own death, the muzzles surrounding him would instantly turn him into a puddle of mud.
He had no power to resist. Even if he had the blood of the emperor, he had no room for struggle. This was a fear he had never seen before. Even in the king and general, he had never felt this kind of fear in the opponent.
The fear of suffocating to despair. At this moment, everything in the world is like ants. But the condition to trigger this power only requires a look.
For a long, long time, Kazama Liuli only felt that she was alone in the darkness, enduring the ruthless exile.
He didn't know how long it had been, maybe a year, maybe just a moment.
He found that the darkness in front of him was slowly fading away, and the gorgeous colors of the surrounding hall began to reappear in front of him. For the first time, he found that the bright white light was so warm and full of hope.
In his sight, the man standing in the middle of the hall still looked up at him.
But he no longer feels that he is looking up to the other person.
At this moment, he also noticed for the first time the exploding scarlet liquid around the men. They were suppressed on the floor by the huge force, and they were like coquettish flowers blooming in the hall.
And the man stood among the flowers, looking down at him and the fallen undead around him like a king.
Faintly, Fengjian Liuli saw a red carpet leading between men. Both sides of the red carpet were covered with red Hibiscus flowers. Among the Hibiscus flowers were ferocious bones and skeletons.
At the end of the red carpet is a sacred and majestic throne.
"What's the matter?" Fu Nian spoke slowly while keeping his head raised, his eyes indifferent and aloof.
"The king has appeared."
Kazama Liuli lowered her head and did not dare to look into the other person's eyes.