A Man Like None Other Chapter 6737 I’m not the clan leader
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- A character awakens to a devastating scene.
- A powerful figure’s intervention is revealed.
- A mysterious prisoner comes into focus.
Jin Wuhao opened his eyes.
He blinked blankly, propped himself up, and looked down at his hands.
The hands were completely unharmed, divine power flowed freely through his meridians, and divine essence churned within his dantian.
He touched his neck; His neck remained smooth as usual, without the slightest injury.
He raised his head again and looked around. He looked at the golden bloodstains and magical artifact fragments scattered on the ground. He saw seven broken corpses and thousands of headless corpses lying haphazardly in the valley.
Then, he saw the man in white.
The fragments of the corpse of that disciple of the God of Time, the mighty god who reversed time and space, were scattered in a pool of dark golden blood, their original form no longer recognizable.
Jin Wuhao’s body jolted violently, and his pupils suddenly constricted.
His memory was still stuck on that last moment, when he was preparing to torture David, then a middle-aged man appeared out of nowhere, and then he lost consciousness.
He only remembered what he said, and then and then didn’t remember anything else.
He doesn’t remember how he died; he only knew that he had come back to life.
He looked at the middle-aged man standing next to David, the man who had not moved an inch since appearing.
Looking at the corpses strewn across the ground and the mighty gods that had exploded, a feeling more terrifying than death itself emerged from the depths of his soul.
Pounding.
Jin Wuhao’s knees hit the ground hard.
He knelt down, his forehead pressed against the scorched earth, his entire body trembling violently, not even daring to look up.
His voice was filled with unprecedented fear and humility: “No, don’t kill me, please don’t kill me, I’ll tell you anything, I’ll promise you anything.”
David watched this scene silently for a moment, then stepped forward and stood in front of Jin Wuhao, looking at him calmly: “I won’t kill you. As long as you release Wan Jianxing.”
Jin Wuhao raised his head, his face full of confusion and astonishment, his dark golden eyes swirling with confusion: “Wan Wan Jianxing? Who is Wan Jianxing?”
David frowned: “The first temple master. He was imprisoned in the void passage by the patriarch of the gods, and it is said that you imprisoned him yourself.”
“The first temple master?”
Jin Wuhao’s brows furrowed even more, his face filled with an expression of trying hard to remember, “My first temple. I’ve never heard of this name before!”