Millionaire Son in Law Chapter 6720 Kneel and Surrender
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- David issues a confident challenge to Jin Wuhao.
- Jin Wuhao unleashes a swift, powerful attack on Zi’er.
- Zi’er prepares her defense with remarkable composure.
“Jin Wuhao, you should kneel and surrender. Maybe I can spare your life. This Zi’er girl is not the master behind me.”
“He is just my friend, and I have many friends who are as strong as him in the Celestial Realm.”
“If the mastermind behind all this really showed up, you wouldn’t be standing here talking to me right now.”
At that time, David was very confident.
Mr. Shi didn’t come. If he came, none of these people would survive. With just one glance from Master Shi, they would be wiped out.
“Hahaha, you are too arrogant! You think you can make me kneel and surrender? Don’t dream!”
After Jin Wuhao finished speaking, he turned into a golden beam of light and shot towards Zi’er.
The speed was so high that it exceeded the limits of what the naked eye could see. A long trail of golden light stretched out behind him, like a comet streaking across the night sky or golden lightning ripping through heaven and earth.
A scorching golden trail was left in the air, lingering for a long time, as if space itself had been burned by his speed.
A golden divine sword appeared in his hand without his knowledge. The sword was covered in dense divine runes, each shimmering with dazzling light and releasing terrifying divine might.
That was the authority of the God Emperor, a supreme artifact passed down for tens of thousands of years in the main hall of the God Clan, and a supreme divine weapon forged by successive God Emperors with their bloodline and divine power.
At this moment, Jin Wuhao fully activated his sword, tearing black cracks in space wherever it passed, emitting sharp wailing sounds, as if the void was crying.
Zi’er stood still, her purple eyes did not reveal any emotions.
Her long hair fluttered in the golden storm, and her purple dress billowed in the strong wind, but her figure was like an unchanging mountain, unmoved by the raging wind and rain.
He simply raised the purple longsword in his hand slowly, holding the blade horizontally in front of him, assuming a simple defensive stance.
Those purple eyes were calm like water, reflecting the golden light and Jin Wuhao’s fierce face, but were like a bottomless abyss, showing no emotion whatsoever.
His breathing was even, his wrists were stiff, and his breathing was as calm as a still lake, so calm it was unsettling.
explosion!
The golden holy sword collided with the purple long sword.
At that moment, it felt as if the heavens and earth were shaking.