reborn as emperor

Chapter 900 900. Are you not afraid of death? [sixth more]

"You are Han Yewang?"

Yang Mucheng sat there quietly. "I killed your son... He is used to being arrogant and domineering, but he shouldn't provoke me. Since you are incapable of discipline, don't blame me for doing it for you. It's a pity that this kid pulls the tiger's skin to pull the banner , I can't even bear my kick, and dare to threaten me face to face!"

"He not only threatens me, but also my relatives and friends. As the saying goes, if you touch the scales of a dragon, you will die if you touch it. If he offends me, I can't let him continue to live!"

Han Yewang's complexion gradually darkened.

The disciples of the Blood Cloud Sect who rushed over afterward were almost startled when they saw the expression on the face of their Great Elder.They looked at Yang Mucheng with sympathy and pity. Once Han Yewang made a move, there would be no possibility for him to live again!
But Yang Mucheng didn't seem to care about the face of the other party at all, and he still spoke lightly.

"This kid is still talking!"

"Yes, he sincerely angered the Great Elder!"

"I have never seen the Great Elder so angry..."

The disciples of the Blood Cloud Sect couldn't help talking in low voices.

although.

Now Han Yewang hasn't done anything yet, but they can all see that Han Yewang is like a calm sea at this moment.Once it breaks out, it will be impossible to end.

Han Yewang stared at Yang Mucheng for a moment, then turned his eyes, landed on the golden mouse at the opponent's feet, and laughed abruptly: "Is all your support, is this the demon king? Don't you think, relying on such a demon king?" King, is it enough to survive in my hands?"

"Since this is the case, then I will make you completely desperate and kill your demon king first!"

boom!
As he spoke, he let out a roar, and grabbed it downward with his right hand.In an instant, Zhou Kong's aura gathered frantically at this instant, continuously rising like silk threads.The color of Han Yewang's internal energy is blood-colored, and even the aura was stained with the color of his internal energy when he grabbed it with his claws.

These blood-colored silk threads, like blood-colored lightning bolts, continuously wound towards the body of the Golden Retriever.

"receive!"

Then, Han Yewang gave a drink in a low voice.With a sharp retraction of the five fingers, in an instant, the thousands of blood-colored silk-thread pythons shrank their bodies crazily as if they had caught their prey.The giant python shrinks its body and can tear the bones of its prey.The contraction of so many bloody threads is enough to cut the prey into pieces.

The golden-haired mouse took a deep breath, and its inner strength instantly traveled all over its body, and its soft fur was immediately covered with a golden light.Those sharp silk threads cut and passed over its body, causing dazzling sparks.And at the same time, the body of the Golden Retriever grew tremendously, and the bloody silk threads were broken even more with a 'bang bang bang'!

"This demon king is so powerful!"

"yes……"

Seeing this scene, everyone was shocked.

Generally speaking.

The Demon King of the Zifu Realm couldn't hold on to a move in the hands of Han Yewang.But this strange demon king was able to persist for so long.

"However, I'm afraid this demon king won't last long! After all, it's only at the early stage of the Purple Mansion, and Han Yewang is not only a warrior at the late stage of the Purple Mansion, but also a strong man on the Yellow List. How long can it last?"

boom!
The voice just fell.

Just saw that the golden-haired mouse that flipped up had already rushed into the air, and its body had changed from the size of a lion to hundreds of feet, like a glutton that devoured the world, as if it wanted to At this moment, he swallowed Han Yewang directly.

But just like what Han Yewang said, even though the golden hairy rat is the dragon rat that devours the sky, there is still an absolute gap in strength between the two sides.Facing the culled golden mouse, Han Yewang slapped his right hand, and immediately waved a huge bloody palm.

With a wave of its paws, the Golden Mouse slashed out two giant blades.But the giant blade had no effect on the giant palm. Instead, it was like a wave hitting a rock. Instead of smashing the rock, it crushed itself to pieces.However, after the giant palm shattered the giant blade, it slammed on the golden mouse's body with unabated momentum, smashing it down in mid-air.

boom!
The golden mouse smashed the ground into a depression of hundreds of feet.

But the golden mouse tumbling in the deep pit, then tumbling up at a speed that was even more terrifying than when it fell, and rushed towards the sky again!

"what?"

Han Yewang let out a light chuckle, as if he didn't expect the other party to withstand his palm. Not only did the demon king not die, but he was still alive and well.

However, facing the golden fur mouse that was rushing again, he snorted coldly, and grabbed it forward with his right hand again.In an instant, it seemed that a strong wind was blowing.The boundless aura of heaven and earth seemed to be drawn, and poured back again under a strange force.

Inner strength, accompanied by aura, gathered again in mid-air.But this time, instead of forming thousands of wires that could cut metal like before, it directly transformed into horned dragons, winding up quickly.

Each of these blood-colored horned dragons was half a meter thick, and the traces of scales on their bodies were clearly visible.Almost the moment it appeared, the golden hairy mouse was entangled tightly.

then.

He drew his right hand sharply, only to hear a sound of "呱啦", and dozens of horned dragons wrapped around the golden hairy mouse violently transformed into a blood-colored mask, no matter how hard it struggled, it couldn't break free, as if it had been wrapped in a mask. into a pocket, and fell from mid-air to the ground.

"Why didn't the Great Elder kill this demon king?" a disciple asked tremblingly.

"Who knows, this demon king has a strange background, maybe he wants to take it back to the sect to study it?" Another disciple said. "However, without the bodyguard of the demon king, that kid will definitely die next time."

Swish!
this moment.

Everyone looked at Yang Mucheng in unison.

Obviously.

Whether it's Han Yewang, other disciples of the Blood Cloud Sect, or other warriors watching the battle, everyone has the same idea.Without the golden mouse, Yang Mucheng is like a tiger whose teeth have been pulled out. He no longer has the capital to be arrogant.

"Han Yewang is too strong! He easily subdued a demon king, he is worthy of being the great elder of the Blood Cloud Sect, and worthy of being the strong man of the Yellow List!" You said.

"That's right, this kid challenged Han Yewang and killed his son. In front of so many people, Han Yewang will never let him go, and he will never get out!" Yang Mucheng set the final outcome.

"Now you know how good I am, right?"

Han Yewang slowly descended from the sky and landed on the crumbling Xiaoyao Building.

So far.

He no longer wanted to kill Yang Mucheng so soon, he wanted the kid in front of him to be killed by himself after he had tasted all the suffering in the world.It wasn't just him, everyone's eyes were on this young man at this moment.

however.

When everyone's eyes came together, they couldn't help being stunned.Because, this young man looked leisurely and content, and there seemed to be no trace of fear on his face.

"You are not afraid of death?"

Han Yewang asked involuntarily.

(End of this chapter)