The Lord of Thunder

Chapter 588: Do you still dare to quibble in front of the saint?

He still gave some face to the little poisonous creature Wanchu Saint, but he was a little unscrupulous towards those supreme elders.

He stretched out his finger and pointed it directly at other people's noses.

It really rushed into other people's eyes, and saliva flew everywhere.

They even grabbed others by the collar and cursed at them.

"What a fool!"

"What the hell are you laughing at?"

"You are such a heartless person!"

"You ungrateful, holy bastard!"

"You're a heartless beast of burden!"

One after another, the high-level officials of Wanchu Holy Land were pointed at and scolded by the little poisonous creature.

Almost every supreme elder was furious. A powerful and even great king of the way of killing was actually desecrated by a small fry from the first secret realm of the immortal platform.

Some people were about to have an attack on the spot, but when they felt the horrible aura on Xiao Ping'an, they immediately felt that they were being firmly suppressed. They couldn't even move, and let the little poisonous creature spray their faces with saliva.

Xiao Ping'an glanced over indifferently, and the voice of Saint Wanchu, which was about to express anger, immediately fell silent.

Xiao Ping'an's look was as cold and indifferent as the coldest and darkest universe, making his soul tremble and he almost screamed.

It was a terrible killing intent.

"Where is the ancestor of Wanchu Holy Land?"

“Do you have the background of a saint?”

"Come out and say a few words, and explain it to my master!"

"What happened to Wanchu Holy Land now? When did it degenerate into a gang?"

"Where are you? Stand up and speak for justice!"

When the little poisonous creature saw that no one said anything and had his master as his backer, he danced even more happily.

At this moment, he was extremely excited, and poisonous gas was emanating from his body. Five strange lights appeared above his head. They were mists transformed from the poisonous gas. The colors were bright and transparent, illuminating the palace.

Feeling the terrible poison gas, everyone's face changed drastically.

Seeing him making a big fuss and even letting the saintly background of the sect come out, the people of Wanchu Holy Land were embarrassed.

It's okay to humiliate yourself, but how can you humiliate the ancestors of your sect? How can this be allowed?

If the ancestor was really woken up, he would skin everyone alive.

A supreme elder removed the poison mist from his body with great difficulty, looked at the little poison creature and said, "My little Taoist friend, what are you doing?"

The implication of his words was very clear. This was the Wanchu Holy Land. Making loud noises and shouting at the saints and ancestors in the sect was really too much.

"Young Taoist friend, please sit down and talk slowly." said another supreme elder.

"I want to demand an explanation for the lineage of the Ancient Holy Body. What did he do wrong that you treated him like this? Is there any justice here when you treat the descendants of a hero like this?" The little poisonous creature roared.

"After he became the Wanchu Holy Son, he consumed countless natural treasures of the sect. Now he has become an ancient waste body. We asked him to repay with the essence and blood of the ancient holy body. We will talk about what is right and wrong later." Wanchu Holy Lord said.

Wanchu Holy Lord no longer wanted to dwell on this issue, because no matter what he said, Wanchu Holy Land seemed too cold and heartless.

Wanchu Saint Lord looked at Xiao Ping'an and said, "Saint, are you going to accept Wansui as your disciple?"

He originally thought that Xiao Ping'an wanted to devour or absorb Wansui's body, but judging from Xiao Ping'an's attitude, Xiao Ping'an actually wanted to take Wansui away, and even intended to take him as a disciple and personally cultivate him into a great holy body.

Wanchu Saint Lord felt that Wanchu Holy Land could not afford to offend Xiao Pingan, so he simply let Xiao Pingan take Wansui away. He could not continue to argue like this, as he had already sensed Xiao Pingan's anger and the indifference in his eyes.

"The lineage of the Ancient Saint Body should not be humiliated like this!" Xiao Ping'an said, "I want to save his life, and I also want to fight with the heavens to break the curse of the Ancient Saint Body!"

Xiao Ping'an spoke in a calm voice, but with an irresistible majesty.

A look of joy appeared on Little Poison's face, he knew that his performance made his master very satisfied.

He has been with Master Xiao Ping'an for such a long time. Although they are together less than together, he is definitely one of the people who knows Xiao Ping'an best.

Those who are valued by Master Xiao Ping'an will be the future direct members of the Haiyue Holy Land and future fellow disciples.

Although Little Duwu had never seen the legendary Second Junior Brother Dayan, he had already heard of his legend from the master. He heard that the Second Junior Brother is currently in very good condition.

Hearing Xiao Ping'an's words, the faces of the people from Wanchu Holy Land changed and they couldn't help but frowned.

Their hearts were pounding, they couldn't believe that Xiao Ping'an still had the confidence to go against the will of heaven.

"Saint, you are not joking, are you?"

"Now, according to historical records, the ancient holy body has become an ancient waste body. Its future has long been cut off. How could it possibly defy heaven and continue its future?" The face of Saint Lord Wanchu was uncertain.

Thinking of the mysteriously disappeared Holy Son of Dayan, he began to suspect that Xiao Ping'an had placed him somewhere for secret training instead of swallowing him as the legend said.

At the same time, seeing Xiao Ping'an's confident look, Saint Wanchu and a group of senior leaders began to doubt their own vision, wondering if they had really missed the opportunity to cultivate a great holy body.

"Do you think I'm joking?" Xiao Ping'an asked coldly.

Saint Wanchu was awed in his heart and said he dared not.

At this time, the atmosphere in the main hall of Wanchu Holy Land became a little awkward.

This is obviously the important place of Wanchu Holy Land, but with Xiao Ping'an, the Holy Lord of Haiyue, sitting here, he firmly controls the rhythm here and suppresses everyone in Wanchu Holy Land.

They didn't want to hand over Wansui, but they didn't dare to refuse Xiao Pingan.

The people from Wanchu Holy Land kept exchanging glances, apparently communicating with each other madly.

A supreme elder rolled his eyes and said, "Saint, Wansui is the Holy Son of our Wanchu Holy Land. We put him in the Heavenly Prison to temper him and let him know that people in this world are treacherous, not to take his life!"

The law enforcement elder also felt that something was wrong and immediately began to explain: "Yes, Saint, I am very clear-sighted. In order to temper the Holy Son of Wanchu and let him experience the various aspects of this world, I am willing to destroy my own reputation and become a bad person. Please don't misunderstand me, Saint!"

"Hurray, say something!"

"Yes, we really are doing this for your own good!"

The top leaders of Wanchu Holy Land suddenly became active in their minds and spoke as if it were the truth.

"Humph!"

Xiao Ping'an snorted coldly, and all the high-level officials of Wanchu Holy Land vomited blood on the spot.

The cunning supreme elder and law enforcement elder were like being hit by a mysterious sledgehammer. Their bodies flew sideways and exploded on the spot.

It turned into a ball of blood mist, and both its body and soul were destroyed.

Saint Wanchu and other high-ranking officials all looked pale.

Xiao Ping'an did not expect that the top leaders of Wanchu Holy Land were so hypocritical and disgusting.

They actually dared to quibble in front of a Saint King about something that I could see through at a glance.

Are you treating Xiao Ping'an as a fool?

So Xiao Ping'an got angry on the spot and used the heads of two high-ranking officials of Wanchu Holy Land to let them know the price of offending the saint.

(End of this chapter)