Ancient Fiend Dragon Emperor

"Hahahaha..."

Wuxiang laughed: "Zhengheng, are you speaking from the point of view of decision makers in the other twelve cities? You dare to act as the ancestors of the ancestors, even with your small peak demon state? Blatantly scolding them for being stupid, what is the intention, do you really want to ruin my Shadow City!"

"Fuck your mother shit!"

Zhengheng turned around and pointed to Wuxiang and said: "Don't be insinuating here, the majesty of the ancestors, I don't dare to provoke Zhengheng, thinking that you can say a few words at random and you will fall into the ears of the ancestors?"

"Are you scolding me?"

He stood up fiercely without a trace, his body burst out, and the strong pressure moved toward Zhengheng.

They are both in the pinnacle demon king realm, but one heir of the saint clan and the other heir of the royal clan.

The bloodline gap caused a huge gap in strength. The majestic coercion made Zhengheng a little breathless.

Compared with the human race, the suppression of this bloodline is clearer between monsters and monsters.

If you change a human race, even if it's not as good as no trace, it won't look so vulnerable.

"Without a trace, fighting is forbidden in Shadow City. Are you planning to do something against me?!" Zhengheng shouted loudly.

"It's not possible to do it, but the coercive discussion is not considered to be a hands-on?"

When there is no trace of sneer, the coercion is stronger, like a substantial hand, and like a surging wave, constantly flapping toward Zhengheng.

Zhengheng's face was pale, but he did not dare to violate the regulations.

He knows that without a trace only by coercion, it is impossible to treat him, but it can... humiliate him severely!

The door of the room was always open, and the guard outside the door knew what was going on inside even without looking.

For Zhengheng, this is simply a big insult.

"No trace, if it weren't for the blood of the saint race, you thought you could crush me!!!" Zhengheng growled.

"That's really embarrassing, blood is destined, you are not a saint, you can only say that you have bad luck." Wuxian sneered.

"Humph!"

At this moment, a cold snort suddenly came from outside.

The moment this sound fell, the body without a trace shook violently, and the pressure of the sky dissipated.

Zhengheng recovered, panting heavily, and when he looked up outside, he saw that there was a man who looked very young but was obviously not young, and he did not know when he was standing there.

Without a trace, he turned his head, and when he saw the man, his heartbeat speeded up immediately, and he couldn't help lowering his head.

"Without a trace, I have seen Lord Ancestor!"

That man is Zheng Heng's father, one of the nine elders of Shadow City, Zheng Xiuxun!

"In your eyes, there is still my ancestor god?" Zheng Xiuxun asked.

His voice was very calm, but what he said made Wu's eyelids jump.

"My ancestor is joking, you and your father are both elders of the Shadow City, so you look down on all the demons and dare not look down on you." Wuxiang said.

He ‘dragged’ his father Wuyin out at the right time.

Wu Yin is the Great Elder of the Shadow City, and his status is higher than Zheng Xiuxun, only under the lord and deputy lord.

However, Zheng Xiuxun does not buy face without Yin.

He stared at Wuxiang and slowly said: "In the past six months, you have run to Zhengheng again and again, relying on his strength to be inferior to you, either ridiculing or insulting. Zhengheng's temperament is not so gentle, but he abides by it. The rules in the city, you don’t want to do it directly on you, but you’re doing well, so this change intensifies?"

"My deity, did you give you a face?!"

After the last sentence fell, the indescribable terror pressure, like a mountain, slammed forward without a trace.

This is the coercion of the Seven-Blood Ancient Demon, and it is completely incomparable to the point before Vanishing.

If Zheng Xiuxun is willing, only with this coercion, he can be crushed to death in an instant!

Of course, Zheng Xiuxun would not do this.

Not to mention that Wuxiang has a father of a great elder, who is just the heir of his holy race, Zheng Xiuxun will not kill him.

But a little punishment is still necessary.

"boom!!!"

The coercion struck him, without a trace, his expression paled instantly, and a mouthful of blood went directly to his throat.

He wanted to spit it out, pretending to be injured, but the blood reached his mouth, but he couldn't spit it out, which was extremely uncomfortable.

"The Tianjiao in the same city should be united with each other and united to the outside world. It would be better for you to have no trace, for fear that Zhengheng will live well.

Zhengxiu asked: "Have you ever thought that if Xuefeng is really Xuefeng, Zhengheng will be like you and insult you? Before the identity of Xuefeng was revealed, all the demons thought he was a blood dragon clan Son, at that time, did Zhengheng ever use this to insult you?"

"Do you think coercion is not a hands-on approach? Then you, just taste the coercion of the deity!"

"Puff!"

At a certain moment, Wuxiang couldn't help it anymore, his legs bent directly, and he knelt on the ground with a plop.

And at this moment, the voice of Great Elder Wuyin also entered the room.

"Xiu Xun, too much, right?"

With the fall of the words, Wuxiang only felt a gentle force falling on him, and the huge pressure caused by coercion disappeared at this moment.

He stood up, his head tightly lowered, and his eyes showed a thick, sinister color.

"I'm just teaching your son for you!" Zheng Xiuxun snorted coldly.

"My child, I know how to teach it, but it is not your turn."

After saying this, Wu Yin appeared beside Wu Trace.

"Father!" No trace immediately showed aggrieved look.

But Wu Yin did not pity him for this, but gave him a fierce look, causing Wu Xian to shrink his neck.

In fact, it is indeed possible to humiliate some ordinary monsters at will without a trace.

But this time it was Zhengheng, Zheng Xiuxun's son!

It's good not to beat him without any motives, but still pity him?

Just if it is, Zheng Xiuxun helped educate him.

"roll."

Zheng Xiuxun looked towards Wuzhen again, and said lightly: "If there is nothing serious in the future, you dare to step into Zhengheng's room again, and the deity will break your leg!"

"This kind of threat is not good, after all, everyone has legs, not just one without a trace ~ www.ltnovel.com~ Wu Yin opened his mouth, and at the same time glanced at Zhengheng's legs, the threat was very strong.

"Without a trace, I Zhengheng will surpass you sooner or later, don't think that you have the blood of the saint race, you can really crush me!" Zhengheng clenched his fists.

"Then I will wait and see." No trace sneered.

He and Wu Yin turned around, and just about to leave here, they saw a figure rushing quickly outside.

"Your Highness, Your Highness!"

"Why are you so flustered?!" Zhengxiu frowned.

The demon saw clearly that there were two elders here.

"Subordinates, pay homage to Lord Ancestor!" He squatted deeply.

"Say it!" Zheng Xiuxun said impatiently.

"They, here they are..."

"Who's here?"

"That group of human races are here!"