The world's number one female killer: waste confuses the world

"Who are you!"

Ao Junxie pointed at the long sword in his hand, and asked sharply.

The bald middle-aged man smiled faintly,

"My name is nothingness, and the clansmen call me the Holy King."

When the visitor said this, his tone was so soft and gentle, it even sounded kind. [

However, such an answer is tantamount to the collapse of Mount Tai in front of the eyes, and instantly shocked the hearts of everyone present, unable to say anything.

Even Xiezhidi and Wumian, who had been standing by and watching, couldn't help but widen their eyes.

It can be seen that even they have never seen the true face of the Holy King.

"It turns out that you are the leader of these insidious villains in the Temple of Light! Hmph, so you are the culprit for absorbing the sinful deeds of hundreds of people in my Fengyun Continent?"

Facing the powerful man who looked like a god in front of him, Ao Junxie didn't show any fear on his face, but asked bluntly.

Faced with Ao Junxie's questioning, the bald holy king was neither in a hurry nor annoyed, and said calmly:

"The one who absorbs the spiritual power of the human fighters in Fengyun Continent is indeed this king. However, the evil land is not a place that this king is willing to set foot... In my spiritual consciousness, I have never thought of showing up here... ..."

The Holy King had just said so far, and in the distance, Wumian, who was covered in a black robe, hurriedly strode forward. The Pilgrim King cupped his hands and said loudly:

"The master of the evil land is sleepless, and I respectfully invite the holy king to come back. Since the evil land is not suitable for the holy king to visit, then..."

Before Wumian could finish her sentence, she was interrupted by a deep voice from a bald middle-aged man.

"Subordinates? No! How can people in the evil land be called my subordinates? This is certainly not where this king should come, but..."

Wu Wu spoke casually, and to others, it sounded like he was muttering to himself.

Glancing at the bloody corpses of the temple guards on the ground, the original white robes on their bodies have been messed up by blood stains.

The Holy King stretched out a palm lightly, and with a whoosh, on the ground, the jeweled staff that originally belonged to the Great Elder flew straight into his palm.

"The blood of dozens of people in the temple cannot be shed in vain! Wumian, I know you are loyal to the Temple of Light, but now, this king can't just leave without doing anything!"

"Then... that Holy King means..."

Wumian swallowed hard, his voice trembling because of nervousness.

"The three warriors from Fengyun Continent, as well as the Warcraft clan... none of them can live.

Sleepless, can you do it for me?Of course, in the end it is your Evil Land Clan. As a gift from this king, all Evil Land people can choose to kill themselves. The Evil Land Clan will not disappear from this world as losers ..."[

Beads of sweat rolled down Wumian's face one by one.

With a plop, Wumian knelt down in front of the Holy King.

"Holy King, spare your life! Holy King, spare your life! My family in the evil land... from the beginning to the end, I have not helped any of them! Holy King!"

He begged endlessly without sleep, but the bald middle-aged man still had a calm, peaceful, and indifferent expression on his face.

"You didn't help them deal with the Temple of Light, but you also watched the clansmen of the Temple die one by one, didn't you? What's more, Wumian, you should have heard that before the Holy King, no foreign race is allowed!"