Millionaire Son in Law Chapter 6705 Dirty Tricks
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- Para kultivator manusia dan hewan memenggal kepala para kultivator ilahi yang sudah kalah.
- David, Jiang Xuelan, Xuanzhenzi, dan Yan Feng terkejut dengan tindakan para sekutu.
- Terungkap bahwa para ‘sekutu’ ini melakukan ‘trik kotor’ yang tidak terduga.
Human and animal cultivators stood breathless amidst the golden corpses, holding magical artifacts and axes stained with golden blood.
Their faces showed exhaustion, but even more joy and satisfaction.
Then they started cutting off heads.
The human cultivators and beastmen crouched down and skillfully used daggers to behead the divine cultivators, then put them into their storage pouches.
Their movements were fast and practiced, clearly showing that this was not the first time they had done something like this.
David stood there, watching this scene, and slowly loosened his grip on the sword.
His expression was a bit complicated.
He was ready to fight to the death, his Dragon Slayer Sword was ready to be unsheathed at any moment, his chaotic power had already reached its limit, and he had even started planning how to break through with minimal losses.
But in the end, he didn’t even get the chance to do anything.
Jiang Xuelan was also surprised.
The icy blue aura in his hands condensed into sharp ice needles at his fingertips, but before he could fire them, they had already missed their target.
Xuanzhenzi’s mouth opened in an “O” shape, his misty eyes filled with disbelief.
He had lived for many years and seen many things, but this was truly his first time seeing something like that.
They expected a bloody battle, but the enemy was annihilated by their “allied forces.”
The young Daoist boy peeked half his head out from behind Xuanzhenzi, his eyes wide, and asked in a low voice, “Master why do they attack their own people?”
“Don’t ask, even Master doesn’t understand” Xuanzhenzi clicked his tongue.
Yan Feng was completely stunned.
He grasped the broken black longsword, the tip pointed forward, maintaining a defensive stance, but his eyes were filled with confusion and disbelief.
Those god-level cultivators were killed just like that?
He was killed by his “allies” who were supposed to kill him along with them?
He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but his throat felt blocked, and he couldn’t say a word.
David’s gaze fell on the human elder.
The old man bent down and beheaded a god race cultivator, his movements as practiced as if he was chopping leeks.
After beheading him, he put it in a storage bag, stood up straight, and his eyes met David’s.
He saw David’s purple eyes, grinned, and walked towards David.
“Don’t be nervous, don’t be nervous.”
The old man waved his hand, indicating that he meant no harm.
He stopped a few steps away from David, wiped the blood from his face, and smiled deviously. “We’re not here to kill you.”