Peerless God of War

But the only thing that is certain is that these people will never doubt Chen Xiao's strength, nor will they have any doubts about Xiaolong's strength, even if he almost destroyed half of others' cultivation with one move.

The strong are respected, this is the law of the God Realm. If you are powerful and strong enough, even if you act more domineeringly and rudely, others will think it is normal and should be done, and will not think there is anything wrong.

"Everyone line up, next one." The middle-aged cultivator silently sat back in his seat and shouted in a deep voice, as if the incident just now had never happened.

Seeing this, many casual cultivators did not dare to make trouble again, and silently paid the money and entered the island.

Even if someone was blind and tried to do something, he was reminded by his relatives and friends around him, and they poked him twice, reminding him to look at the sea.

The guy who was crippled by Xiaolong's punch just now has not shown up until now, and it is unknown whether he is dead or alive. From this point of view, there may be two results.

Either the other party was injured too badly and died directly, becoming a corpse, so naturally he would not come up again, or he felt too embarrassed and humiliated to show up again and sneaked away.

If it was the latter, it means that the muscular man was a little self-aware.

In short, no matter from which aspect, it can be seen that the six people in this line are definitely not simple, especially the leader, whose strength is unfathomable, like the sea of ​​stars that is out of reach. Everyone has a tacit understanding that this incident has never happened and is in order.

However, there is never a shortage of stupid people in this world, especially in the God's Domain, where there are so many cultivators, and the number is too large. When the number is large, the base number of stupid people will naturally increase.

In this way, after the middle-aged cultivator let a few more people in, suddenly a male cultivator with a gloomy face and aggressive momentum rushed up from the back, directly from the last position to the front, trying to cut in line.

"I want to cut in line." The male cultivator stood in front and said coldly to the middle-aged male cultivator.

Often there is such a group of people in this world, who think that what others can do, what others can do, seems not difficult, so he can definitely do it, but he greatly overestimates himself and underestimates others. Such people are the most stupid.

Hearing this, the middle-aged cultivator slowly raised his head. It can be seen that his neck is a little stiff, his face is very ugly, and even out of anger.

He didn't understand why there were always people who dared to challenge authority and order. Was it because he looked easier to mess with, or because of some other reason, did he really think that if he just let a guy who cut in line go, he would allow another person to disrupt the order and let him in?

Dreaming!

It just so happened that he could use this blind thing to establish his authority.

"You want to cut in line?" The middle-aged cultivator said coldly, his tone was very unfriendly, and even carried a hint of murderous intent.

If this person was a little smarter and knew how to retreat when faced with difficulties, then there would be no need for him to kill them all. It could be regarded as giving the other party a not-so-obvious warning in advance.

But obviously this guy was very bold and arrogant. He completely ignored the warning of the middle-aged cultivator and didn't take it seriously at all.

"Yes, I want to cut in line. Didn't those people just cut in line? Let me in, isn't it just money? I can give you a little more." The male cultivator said with a smug look.

It must be said that he did have a little capital. After all, he was at the peak of the realm of the Holy Manifestation. He spoke with confidence and released his aura without fear.

But this time he obviously miscalculated. When the middle-aged cultivator heard this, he was completely angry and said with a cold face: "Just you? You want to learn from others to cut in line. You really don't even know how much you weigh, right? You don't have any self-knowledge. You will only embarrass yourself in front of this person and become a laughing stock. Come on."

"Yes." The left and right responded immediately, with great momentum, which was very amazing.

It can even be said that the aura of each of these guards is not inferior to that of the male cultivator in front of him. After all, to be able to be the guard of this Whale Island, one must have some strength. In addition, they are well-trained and cooperate skillfully on weekdays. The powerful momentum they exude is definitely comparable to that of ordinary casual cultivators. Even if these guards are only in the late stage of the Manifestation of Saints, which is slightly worse than the other party's peak of the Manifestation of Saints, this does not hinder anything.

The middle-aged monk shouted coldly, "Pitch him down and drive him out of Whale Island. If he dares to resist, he will be killed without mercy."

"Yes."

"Understood."

Then a group of five guards surrounded the male cultivator with shining weapons in their hands and threatened him, "Do you want to leave by yourself, or do we send you away? If you know what's good for you, I advise you to leave by yourself, so that you will at least look more decent."

"Go away, remember to open your eyes wider next time and see clearly before you come. This is Whale Island, not a place where guys like you can come and act wild, go away quickly."

Several guards said rudely, aggressively, and surrounded the male cultivator, making him unable to move forward or backward.

The male cultivator was a little scared when he saw such a situation. He didn't expect why the result was like this. It was too different from what he expected. Obviously, those few people before didn't look that strong. Why could they cut in line, but he had to queue here? This was very unfair, which made him very dissatisfied.

Immediately, he cursed and said, "I don't accept it. Why can those few people cut in line to enter the island, but I have to queue here? Why?"

"Why? Hehe, you can ask yourself the answer. This guy doesn't seem to have any self-knowledge. Brothers, come together, beat him, beat him hard!" A guard leader said viciously.

"Okay."

At that moment, several people rushed up and punched and kicked the male cultivator. With the skilled cooperation, the male cultivator had no strength to resist even if he wanted to. He was at a loss, and he was beaten badly.

Soon he slipped away with bruised and dusty face, leaving behind many guards who were laughing uncontrollably, as well as the wandering cultivators who were watching the show.