The Supreme Emperor of the City

Chapter 140 My name is Blood Emperor

"I find it really interesting to meet you gutter rats wherever I go."

Not far from the place where Xing Yin lived, Yu Shoutian couldn't help laughing when he looked at Yang Twelve who was not far away from him.

It's just that his smile was extremely cold.

It even made the atmosphere around him extraordinarily solemn.

When Yang Twelve saw Yu Shoutian, his eyelids twitched slightly.

He looked extraordinarily relaxed on the surface, but his mood became extremely dignified.

Even the heartstrings tensed tightly.

Three years ago, there was a battle between Shoutian City and Second Devil City.

During that battle, Yu Shoutian fought heartily with the lord of the second magic city.

Originally, according to my prediction, I had a 50.00% chance of killing Yu Shoutian by sneak attacking him, and a 90.00% chance of seriously injuring him.

However... just such a sneak attack almost made him shut himself up.

Because under his surprise attack, Yu Shoutian only suffered some insignificant and minor injuries...

"Since we met here, let's settle the previous account first."

Twisting his head twice, Yu Shoutian didn't care that this place was not far from where Xing Yin lived.

He punched out, and the sundries around him vibrated and were blown away.

A terrifying punch burst out from his hand and rushed towards Yang Twelve.

"This lunatic..."

The corner of Yang Twelve's mouth twitched, and his body became very unreal in the blink of an eye.

When Yu Shoutian's punch was about to hit him, he completely disappeared from Yu Shoutian's sight.

Even in Shoutian's perception, Yang Twelve's aura was intermittent, and even gave people a very illusory reaction.

"The mice in the dark are really annoying..."

Muttering to himself softly, a terrifying killing intent burst out from Yu Shoutian's body, and spread rapidly towards the surroundings.

At the same time, the power in his body spread towards the surroundings without much reservation.

On the ground, many tiny cracks like spider webs appeared.

The surrounding space is constantly turbulent, and there are space cracks appearing indistinctly.

Not far from Yu Shoutian's left, Yang Twelve's figure disappeared in an instant, and then disappeared without a trace.

Apparently, under the squeeze of Yu Shoutian's murderous intent and strength, he is obviously unable to hide himself with ease.

Yu Shoutian closed his eyes and felt it with his mental strength for more than a minute.

After a while, Yu Shoutian opened his eyes suddenly, and punched him directly in front of him.

With a punch, Yang Twelve, who was about five meters away from him, suddenly appeared in front of him.

His body was bent like a prawn under the bombardment of the punch, and his body flew upside down like a cannonball.

But almost in the blink of an eye, Yang Twelve disappeared from Yu Shoutian's sight and perception again.

"Want to run?"

Although Yang Twelve couldn't feel Yang Twelve's aura anymore, Yang Twelve was obviously unable to completely cover himself after being punched by him.

Yu Shoutian didn't even look at it, he turned around abruptly and punched out.

There was only a bang, and the air exploded more than ten meters away from him.

Drops of blood spilled from the air to the ground out of thin air, which looked extraordinarily weird.

"pity……"

When Yu Shoutian was about to throw his second punch, he suddenly found that he could not feel Yang Twelve's breath at all.

I can't even feel the slight fluctuations around me.

With a sigh of regret, Yu Shoutian swaggered towards the place where Xing Yin lived.

It is impossible to hide the movement here just now from Xing Yin and the people around him.

So there is no need for me to hide and hide the place close to Xing Yin, just go there in a fair manner.

Moreover, Xing Yin has already experienced a battle just now, and now I am afraid that if he wants to run, he will be powerless...

Soon, Yu Shoutian walked into the place where Xing Yin lived.

After a while, Yang Twelve slowly appeared at the place where Yu Shoutian fought just now.

He was leaning against a big tree by the side of the road, his chest was slightly sunken, and blood was constantly flowing from the corner of his mouth.

After looking at the cracks on the road and feeling his own state, Yang Twelve's eyes showed a trace of ruthlessness and resentment.

Facing Yu Shoutian face to face today, he didn't even have the ability to fight back.

Even... I don't even have the ability to get within five meters of Shou Tian.

For him, this is simply a very shameful thing.

And this shame... I must get it back myself...

Coughing twice, Yang Twelve restrained all his thoughts, stood up reluctantly and prepared to leave here.

But as soon as he stood up, Yang Twelve's body stood there quietly, as if he had been immobilized.

Behind Yang Twelve, a strange man who looked about 27 and [-], with blood-red long hair reaching his waist appeared.

He was playing with a blood-red dagger in his hand, and said to Yang Twelve playfully, "Very good, you can actually feel my breath."

"who are you?"

Yang Twelve turned his head with difficulty to look at the man in front of him.

When he saw his strange face, Yang Twelve's body tensed up, and at the same time, there was doubt in his eyes.

He knows almost all the strong and masters in the world.

But among them... the person in front of him is definitely not there.

"After practicing my exercises, you still don't know who I am?"

The strange man raised his eyebrows, and said to Yang Twelve with a half-smile.

"Your technique? Impossible..."

When Yang Twelve heard this, he subconsciously took two steps back, but it also affected the wound on his body, and couldn't help covering his mouth and coughing.

"Have cultivated my skills so badly, do you still need to live?"

The strange man looked at Yang Twelve with a trace of indifference in his eyes, and then he said to himself: "But it's normal, after all, what I exchanged for that person was just a method of concealment."

"who are you?"

Yang Shierqiang held back the injuries on his body, and slowly backed up.

He looked into the eyes of the bewitching man, and became extremely dignified.

If I really practiced this person's technique, then this person is probably an enemy rather than a friend...

After all... as far as I know, almost all the exercises that people like me cultivated were obtained by the person who pretended to be various identities and forcibly snatched them from the hands of various experts...

The strange man glanced in one direction secretly, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and said softly: "My name is Blood Emperor, by the way, not the rubbish Blood Emperor who rose up a few years ago."

After the blood emperor said his name, he yawned.

Immediately, he waved his hand slightly to Yang Twelve and said, "Okay, get out of here, now is not the time to kill you, don't let me get rid of you out of sight and out of mind."

Yang Twelve silently remembered the name of the blood emperor, turned around and left here quickly.

Now he suddenly discovered that what happened in Hualin City was beyond anyone's expectations...

(End of this chapter)