My Ares Son-in-Law

Chapter 4910 How dare you disrespect the Lord of the Holy Mountain!
  "You are the Saint Slayer!"

The person who spoke was none other than the master of the third level of the spiritual sea realm.

The man's face is clear-cut, like a masterpiece in the hands of a sculptor, perfectly blending elegance and strength.

The deep eyes shone with wisdom, as if they could see through everything. The bridge of his nose is high, giving people a sense of perseverance, and his thin lips are slightly raised, outlining a calm smile, full of confidence and charm.

His figure is tall and tall, like a sculpture that has been tempered thousands of times, upright and powerful. The shoulders are broad, giving people a sense of firmness, as if they can carry the weight of the entire court.

His muscle lines are clear, like ancient Greek sculptures, full of strength and beauty. The posture is as tall and straight as a pine tree, but it is not stiff and stiff, but carries a smooth rhythm that makes people look at it with respect.

He was wearing dark armor, as smooth as a mirror, shining with a cold light.

The patterns on the armor are delicate and complex, like spreading branches, giving people an elegant and solemn feeling.

An exquisite long sword hung on his waist, and the hilt was inlaid with gems, reflecting his noble status.

He wore a pair of leather riding boots on his feet. There were no stains or wear on the boots. They had obviously been carefully maintained.

Seeing the long sword, Xiao Chen couldn't help but his eyes lit up. Isn't this thing exactly what he needs?
  Although the name of this sword is not known yet, Xiao Chen can feel that this is no ordinary sword. This sword is definitely qualified to be ranked on the weapon spectrum, and is of the same level as the nine swords that Xiao Chen obtained before. .

"and who are you?"

Xiao Chen asked with interest.

"I am the captain of the thirteenth team of the Holy Tribunal under the Lord of the Holy Mountain! You can't kill Yao Wujing!"

The third level master of the spiritual sea realm said loudly.

"What if I have to kill him?"

Xiao Chen asked.

"How dare you disobey the order of the Lord of the Holy Mountain?"

The captain of Team 13 of the Holy Tribulation Team was a little surprised. This Saint Slaughterer was really a lunatic. He had already claimed the name of the Lord of the Holy Mountain, but this guy didn't take it seriously at all?

Who is the Lord of the Holy Mountain?

That is the real overlord of the Holy Mountain.

It is precisely because of his existence that even the Twelve Ancient Clan did not dare to enter the Holy Mountain to cause trouble.

The holy mountain that seems to have no owner is actually in the hands of the owner of the holy mountain.

Regardless of warriors traveling from south to north, or warriors traveling from east to west, everyone who comes to the Holy Mountain is afraid of the Lord of the Holy Mountain.

No one can stop what the Lord of the Holy Mountain wants to do on the Holy Mountain.

"He is your master, not the master of my Saint-Slayer!"

Xiao Chen suddenly laughed: "It seems that my name is enough to defeat him. Kill the Saint and Kill the Saint. The Lord of the Holy Mountain deserves to be slaughtered by me!"

"You are so brave, don't you want to live? You dare to make fun of the Lord of the Holy Mountain, you are so stubborn!"

The captain of Team Thirteen couldn't understand.

Perhaps for a long time, no one has dared to tease the Lord of the Holy Mountain like this.

So he was very confused. As long as the person in front of him was not a fool, he should not say such things.

"Okay, if you want Yao Wujing to live, it's not impossible." Xiao Chen suddenly smiled and said: "Give me the sword on your waist, and I will hand him over to you alive now."

"Shut up! Do you know the origin of this sword? This is the sword given to me by the Lord of the Holy Mountain. Among the thirteen captains of the Holy Tribunal, I am the only one who uses a sword, so I own such a sword! "

The captain of Team 13 was very angry.

For him, this is not just a weapon, but also the trust and respect placed in him by the Lord of the Holy Mountain.

"In this case, there is no need to talk!"

Xiao Chen smiled slightly, and then the God of War halberd suddenly stabbed out.

puff!
  The sharp war-god halberd pierced Yao Wujing's throat. The pride and smile on Yao Wujing's face suddenly stopped. Even before he died, he didn't understand how he could die even though the Lord of the Holy Mountain had sent people.

Unfortunately, he will never know the answer.

"Saint Slaughter, whoever gave you the courage to kill the person whom the Lord of the Holy Mountain protects, you dare to kill!"

The captain of the Thirteenth Team was also stunned. This Saint Slaughterer was really unpredictable. He was just talking to him. Why did he suddenly kill him?

"I'm just going to kill you, how will you treat me?"

Xiao Chen looked at the other party calmly and said: "Don't cause trouble for yourself, go back and recover, maybe you can still be alive!"

"Hahahaha!"

The captain of Team Thirteen laughed.

The next moment, the wind was raging, and the sound of the wind was like the roar of a dragon.

At this moment, a dozen top experts gathered in a circle, their eyes locked on Xiao Chen like cold lightning.

Their breath is like the ice in the mountain stream, cold and chilling, as if they want to swallow up all the warmth between heaven and earth.

The aura of each master is like a sharp sword, cutting the air and stabbing the protagonist. Their aura locks onto their prey like a pack of wolves, and any attempt to escape will be ruthlessly suppressed.

Their eyes were like cheetahs staring at their prey, full of cruelty and ruthlessness. His eyes were as cold as a poisonous snake, as if he wanted to swallow Xiao Chen completely. His eyes were as fierce as a tiger's, as if he wanted to tear Xiao Chen into pieces.

Locked by their breath and gaze, Xiao Chen seemed to be bound by invisible shackles;

It’s like being crushed by an invisible mountain;

This kind of pressure was so terrifying that Xiao Chen could hardly move and even had difficulty breathing.

He couldn't help but frown: "As expected of the true master of the Holy Mountain, just a team of Thirteen can defeat me. They are really strong enough!"

"You know you're afraid, but it's too late. From the moment you killed Yao Wujing, you committed a heinous crime. You must not live today!"

The captain of Team Thirteen couldn't help but sneered when he saw Xiao Chen's uncomfortable look.

No warrior dares to disrespect the Lord of the Holy Mountain.

Even the strong men of the Twelve Ancient Clan would not dare.

A mere saint-slayer is really looking for death!

"You are really strong, but just because you want to kill me, you are a bit simplistic, right?"

Xiao Chen smiled coldly and suddenly used the Ten Thousand Magic Formation Disk.

The Ten Thousand Magic Formation Disk did not release an attack directly, but instead released streaks of black light.

The next moment, the Hundred Poisonous Snake Formation originally arranged by Yao Wujing took shape again.

Even Yao Wujing was sacrificed.

This medicine is not pure, and the whole body is full of poison. It blends into the Hundred Poisonous Snake Formation, making the formation even more terrifying.

"This is the enhanced Ten Thousand Poisonous Snake Formation. Let me see how you can block it!"

As soon as Xiao Chen thought, a terrifying giant snake pounced on the eighteen people opposite.

When the giant snake pounces on an enemy, its movements are like lightning, so fast that people cannot react.

Its eyes are like the brightest stars in the night sky, locking onto the enemy tightly, making all fear and escape futile.

Under its attack, the enemy is like a deer shot by a hunter, with no chance of survival.

The serpent's Nobuko smelled the enemy's scent in the air, and its eyes shone with the light of impending victory. Its body tensed, preparing to launch a fatal attack.

(End of this chapter)