C181 (1/2)

A stubborn old man would rather die than submit.

Respectful, not only did the old man know how to play for everyone to hear when he was in a good mood, but he also occasionally spoke some words of truth that would cause others to ponder deeply.

The two were extremely familiar with each other, so the superior immediately separated them.

Moreover, the old man's comprehension of realms and his sublimated soul might not feel any pressure towards ordinary people, but towards these experts of Half-spirit Level and above, they would always feel a faintly discernible sense of oppression.

Although they knew that the old man had no battle prowess, who could be so clear about that cultivation realm? In this kind of situation, who would go against the old man? None of them were stupid, and on the contrary, anyone who could reach the strength of their Half-spirit Level was no fool.

Of course, Ao Erse that was considered an exception when compared to the others. The origin of their strength was transformation, not something that could be developed step by step.

The mutated were a group of gamblers. If they wanted to raise their strength, it was actually because of gambling. If they won the gamble, their strength would be greatly increased. If they lost, they would die.

This change … Their ability to improve their strength was destined to be inferior to others of the same level. Of course, there were always exceptions.

Everyone was listening to the elder's wise words, and did not notice, that Ao Erse who had lost an arm and a wing, had already stood up, and looked at Mei Ying's back with a vicious gaze, with a flash of fierceness in his eyes, Ao Erse slowly walked towards Mei Ying.

Although Ao Erse was just walking, he was close to Mei Ying in no time.

With his sharp senses, Mei Ying immediately turned around and slashed his sword over, but he had prepared himself for such an attack. Although Ao Erse was injured, he could still easily dodge Mei Ying's attack, and not only that, he screamed out, and his entire body spun in mid air as the sharp, golden wings shot out towards Mei Ying.

Looking at Ao Erse who had turned into a giant golden ball, and at the sharp tip of the golden ball, Mei Ying did not dodge at all. His eyes flashed with killing intent, as he was obviously prepared to kill Ao Erse.

According to Mei Ying's personality, there should not be any survivors under his sword. Previously, when he made an exception to let Ao Erse go, it was not because he was soft, but because Mei Ying respected the elderly in his heart and did not want to kill him in front of the elderly.

But at that moment, Ao Erse had clearly caused him to lose his patience, and he did not plan on letting his go.

However, there was one person who was faster than Mei Ying and had even greater killing intent than him, and that was Marquis Mal.

Earlier, he had already secretly warned Ao Erse to hold back, but Ao Erse had obviously not given him face.

But now, even after losing the battle, Ao Erse actually shamelessly used his trump card.

Among experts, what was the most important?

Strength? This was indeed important, but what could strength be exchanged for? What face!

Mal had reached the Lower Spirit Level, and was a real Spirit Level expert. People like them all cared a lot about face, and Mal had gone against him twice, so even if the other party had a large group backing them up, their Mal's face could not be sullied.

Boom!

The wind blew strongly, and the golden ball Ao Erse was immediately flung backwards. Mal's strength was many times stronger than his Half-spirit Level, and once again, he attacked in anger, not holding back at all.

The cracking sounds of bones breaking could be heard. Ao Erse fell onto the ground, his other wing completely twisted, his chest so sunken that it could fit a soccer ball.

Ao Erse spat out a mouthful of blood, and the eyes he looked at Ma Er with were filled with panic and coldness.

”Oh my god! This vampire had such a strong power! And that speed, gurgle gurgle! It was even faster than Mei Ying's. Look at the golden-haired Avian, it doesn't breathe in and exhale too much, but its blood is much better. It has vomited for such a long time and it still hasn't died. ” Zhang Faner's expression was excited as he shouted, Ao Erse had provoked Mei Ying, who among them did not hate Ao Erse?

Yan Yun was also deeply shocked by Ma Er's abilities. The terrifying speed, terrifying strength and even an indescribable energy could imperceptibly restrict the opponent's movements and force them into a stalemate.

Thinking about how he was preparing to fight him earlier, Yan Yun felt a little scared. If they really started to fight, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to last till the end.

Firstly, vampires were known for their speed and strength. Secondly, don't look at Mal's middle-aged appearance, in reality, he was much younger than everyone present.

He reckoned he was at least a few hundred years old, so it wasn't surprising that vampires had long lifespans.

He had trained for a few hundred years, and also had the talent of a vampire to reach Lower Spirit Level. If he was given a few hundred years, it would be enough for him to cultivate to the legendary ”Heaven Stage” N times. Yan Yun thought with a hint of jealousy.

”Marr...” Marquis, don't, don't kill me, I, I promise … I won't cause him any more trouble in the future. ” Ao Erse was not an idiot. Ma Er was furious, he could only casually attack and he would not have any combat power. If he continued to be arrogant and ignorant, then he would be an idiot.

Facing death, Ao Erse could not stay arrogant, and could only beg for forgiveness.

It had to be said that a mutated human's life force was tenacious. They constantly vomited blood, yet they still had the strength to plead for mercy.

Ma Er did not say anything, but walked towards Ao Erse step by step. It was clear that he did not intend to let the other party go, as it would be fine if there were no conflicts between them.

”Only now would he beg for mercy. Even the Lord would not forgive him, let alone Marquis Marr. Does this Ao Erse really think that Marquis Marle is a good person?”

”Uncle KesALI, your Mandarin is quite good!” He still had a clear memory of his opponent. Previously, it was precisely his opponent who had casually attacked him, causing his hidden weapon to suddenly change direction and become a threat to him.