Heavenly War God

The Asura clan being able to rule the continent for so many years was definitely not an undeserved reputation.    

    

Even if they were to decline now, they wouldn't be so weak that they couldn't even withstand a single blow.    

    

Thus, in this legendary place where the Asura Race resided, a character like the Meridian Sword could not be the leader no matter what.    

    

Ziwu Jian changed from his usual calm appearance. He stammered, "Hero, please show mercy. Killing me won't do you any good. "    

    

"If you can let me go, I'll give you all the items here!"    

    

Zi Xijian claimed to be collecting all kinds of rare treasures in the world. There were countless secret recipes for all kinds of rare antiques and ancient books. It seemed that he was really anxious.    

    

This also showed that the dark skinned man's golden arrow was very powerful.    

    

The dark skinned man remained unmoved. In the blink of an eye, he saw Shen Yih.    

    

He coldly snorted and said, "I didn't think that you would collude with the Asura Race. If I had known earlier, I would have let you run your own course in the swamp. "    

    

Shen Yih was helpless, although he didn't know who the dark skinned man was or where his home was. But he kept cursing the Asura Race, so he was naturally the Asura Race's enemy.    

    

The enemy of an enemy was a friend.    

    

Of course, the tanned man did not know Shen Yih's purpose for coming here. He thought that Shen Yih had attached himself to the Asura Race just to obtain wealth.    

    

Seeing that Shen Yih didn't speak, the tanned man took another golden arrow and approached the Meridian Sword. He said in a stern voice: "Speak, where is the scum of the Asura Race now?"    

    

It was clear that the tanned man knew the Asura Race very well. A person like the Meridian Sword was definitely not the leader of the Asura Race.    

    

Ziwu Jian's face was blank as he innocently said, "Hero, you keep saying that the Asura Race is scum, but I don't know any Asura Race. "    

    

"Bullsh * t! If you don't know the Asura Race, how can you sit on the throne of Asura City's City Lord?" The tanned man had long seen the nature of the Meridian Sword's straw bag.    

    

However, for him to be able to sit on the throne of Asura City's City Lord, even if he wasn't a member of the Asura Race, he must have had countless connections with the Asura Race.    

    

Ziyue Jian nervously looked at the Hongyou Elder beside him. The old man had his hands behind his back and didn't even look at the tanned man.    

    

Shen Yih saw the expression on Meridian Sword's face and immediately understood.    

    

No wonder Meridian Sword could become the City Lord of Asura City. No wonder Meridian Sword saw this so-called Hongyou Elder. It was like a mouse seeing a cat.    

    

It seemed that Meridian Sword, Asura City's City Lord, was only a puppet.    

    

The one that truly decided the Asura City's major events was. . . It had to be this ordinary-looking old man.    

    

The swarthy man was not stupid either. Following Meridian Sword's gaze, he stared fiercely at Hong You's Elder.    

    

Then, he withdrew the golden arrow in his hand. With a light palm from his left hand, Wu Zijian had already fainted in front of the desk.    

    

Only then did the old man turn around and look at the tanned man with disdain.    

    

The tanned man's cultivation was not low either. He clearly knew that this old man's cultivation was not low, but he could not feel how high the old man's cultivation was.    

    

Shen Yih could tell with a glance that the tanned man was not the old man's match.    

    

The tanned man could not care less. He put his palms together and muttered something. The golden arrow in the quiver was summoned by the spell and flew out.    

    

Then, the golden arrow split into two, four, eight, sixteen arrows. . . .    

    

Very soon after, the tanned man's golden arrows had already split into countless golden needles that hovered in the air above the main hall.    

    

The old man remained motionless as he looked at the dark-skinned man with disdain.    

    

"Go!"    

    

The tanned man shouted loudly. Countless golden needles were controlled and charged towards the old man.    

    

The old man did not panic at all. When the golden needles were only three to four inches away from him, he pulled his hands back from his back.    

    

The old man clenched his fists tightly. His arms were vertical and he looked like a Transformer.    

    

Although it looked like a simple and ordinary move, the dark-skinned man's golden arrow seemed to have received a strong resistance and could not move forward at all.    

    

The dark-skinned man was a little surprised, but he was not busy. He continued to mumble, directing the golden needle to dash left and right.    

    

Suddenly, the tanned man pointed at the Heavenly Finger again and shouted, "Break!"    

    

The golden needles instantly changed directions and spread out around the old man.    

    

The old man said with admiration, "What a good move, Fairy Scattering Flowers! I thought it was someone, but it turns out to be a remnant of the Murloc Clan! "    

    

When Hong You Elder said this, Shen Yih and the tanned man were both shocked.    

    

What Shen Yih was shocked about was that this tanned man was actually a Murloc that had been annihilated in the outside world.    

    

He knew that during the battle between the Murloc race and the Asura Race in the Northern Mountain, only ten Murlocs were left after being beaten by the Asura Race.    

    

Ever since these ten people, the ten great Elder of the Northern Mountain, had died, there had been no news of the Fish Human Race in the world.    

    

Everyone, including Shen Yih, thought that the Murlocs Clan had been wiped out after that battle.    

    

Unexpectedly, they had once again seen traces of the Fishmen Tribe in Asura City.    

    

The tanned man was shocked because his cultivation was limited. Apart from using the ultimate technique of the Fishmen Tribe - - Fairy Scattering Flowers, there was no other way to kill the mastermind behind the Asura Tribe.    

    

As soon as the Fairy Scattering Flower appeared, the old man recognized his identity.    

    

The reason the tanned man used the Fairy Scattering Flowers was because he didn't have absolute confidence in his other techniques. He also wanted to confirm that. . . Was this old man really a member of the Asura Race?    

    

If the old man really was a member of the Asura Race, he would definitely be able to recognize the Fairy Scattering Flower. If he couldn't recognize her, then there was no deep hatred between them. There was no need to fight to the death.    

    

This was also the reason why he had only knocked him out after he had recognized that the Meridian Sword was only a puppet of the Asura Race.    

    

The swarthy man was now certain. This old man was his mortal enemy, the Asura Race.    

    

His heart was filled with great anger. His blood red eyes fiercely glared at the old man in front of him, but his hands did not slow down in the slightest. He directed the golden needles to rush left and right, looking for an opening to attack.    

    

There was no change on the old man's face, but a purple wall of air appeared around his body.    

    

This wall of air protected the old man's body tightly and seamlessly. The golden needles could not find a single gap.    

    

Only now did the tanned man know that the gap between him and the old man was too great. Even if the goddess scattered flowers, she would not be able to do anything to the old man.    

    

Actually, it wasn't that the Mermaid Tribe's Fairy Scattering Flower wasn't powerful enough. It was just that the tanned man was too anxious to take revenge, so he hadn't mastered the Fairy Scattering Flower to the point of perfection.    

    

Secondly, there was a great hatred hidden in his heart. When he practiced the Andromeda Flower, he would try injecting the hatred into the Cultivation Technique. This had greatly reduced his cultivation, and the Cultivation had also doubled his effort.    

    

Although the flower that added the hatred seemed to have become even more powerful, in fact, the hatred had offset most of the power of the flower. Only a tenth of the true power of the cultivation was involved in the attack.    

    

The tanned man looked at the cultivation that he had spent his entire life trying to get rid of, but it still couldn't do any harm to the old man. He couldn't help but feel sad. The final move was already brewing.