Chapter 709 Mingxin

The poisoner died.

The body turned black and died under his own mixed poison.

In fact, from day one, Dean had spotted each other.

It's just that it didn't startle the snake.

The result is naturally satisfactory to Dean.

At least, the opponent took the poisoner as a necessary hole card, allowing more waiting time between him and the opponent, and this was what Dean wanted.

When parting from the middle-aged Taoist, Dean once asked the other party how long he needed.

At least seven days!

This is the other party's answer.

Then, see you in the capital of 'Huiwu'.

The capital city, the center of Baiye, where the royal family and various officials are located, is the hub and core of the entire Baiye Dynasty.

Naturally, this 'Martial Arts Meeting' will be held in the capital.

Dean picked up the teacup, looked at the tea soup in the cup, and shook the cup slightly, causing the tea soup to ripple layer by layer.

It's already the fourth day!

More than half of the seven-day period has passed.

However, most of the previous ones were just probing, and today's seemingly endless attack methods are just a kind of probing.

The real battle has just begun!

The corner of Dean's mouth curled up slightly, and he drank the tea in front of him in one gulp.

He is looking forward to it!

After confirming the news he wanted to know, Dean finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He can complete his White Night Journey in his own way.

Whether it's the "Way of Slaughter" or the "Sign of the Overlord" explored by King Xiti, he needs to fight and keep fighting.

Fight with the same level and stronger.

With one battle after another,

With one victory after another. To perfect his 'road', and create his own 'seal of the overlord'!

Boom, boom, boom!

The sound of the wooden stick hitting the ground, and when Dean picked up the teapot to pour tea for himself, it sounded.

Rhythm disorder. But quite powerful.

The next moment, a hunched old man walked into the Shuiyue Sword Hall, leaning on a tall wooden staff that was as tall as a person.

The opponent's face was on the ground, and he couldn't see his face clearly, but the aura emanating from the opponent made Dean look directly at him.

Holy class!

This is him in a few days. The first saint level I saw.

Obviously, just as he guessed, now is the time for the real battle to begin.

"Mu?"

A hoarse and old voice sounded.

"Ok!"

Dean nodded.

"Master Nineteen died at your hands?"

The other party asked again.

"Ok!"

Dean nodded again.

"Damn you!"

The other party said this, and the wooden stick in his hand was like a spear, piercing towards Dean's face.

Dean tilted his head slightly. The wooden stick passed by Dean's ear, and just when the wooden stick was about to turn into a sweep, Dean raised his right hand, and after stacking the index and middle fingers, the index finger popped out heavily.

clang!

Just like a big bell ringing, the wooden stick, which should have been made of wood, made a metallic sound.

The old man with the cane backed back again and again, five or six steps back. Only then did he stand firm.

"Hey, what a lot of strength! Sometimes, though. Strength is useless!"

There was exclamation in the old voice of the other party, but it immediately became dismissive.

"People have joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, as well as birth, old age, sickness and death... Greed for life and fear of death, what I see is nothing more than this!"

In the old voice. A burst of special fluctuations, with the opponent's position as the center of the circle. It began to spread in all directions.

The green grass on the edge of the martial arts field quickly withered, and the corpse had already lost its vitality. Then began to weather.

Grains of gray particles full of death breath gathered beside the old man.

And with such a gathering, the old man's body became more and more stooped.

If it looked just old before, then it is dying now.

"A secret technique driven by lifespan, but it can't be called greedy for life and afraid of death! But... extremely stupid!"

Dean said slowly.

"Stupid? If you can kill your rebellious master, what is this little life?"

The other party snorted coldly, and the wooden stick shrouded in gray breath hit Dean.

Woo!

The wind of death blew, and instantly filled Dean's surroundings with coldness and stagnation, making it difficult for Dean's hands and feet to move as if they were shackled.

Wisps of gray were attached to the wooden staff, just the moment of breathing, the wooden staff turned into a gun of death, exuding the power contained in the true holy level, with an irresistible momentum, ruthlessly pierced Dean's body.

However, that body seemed to be a soap bubble, and it shattered with a 'pop'.

Water Moon Sword Art. Water Moon!

The other party was startled, and subconsciously turned the wooden stick in his hand.

However, it was too late!

Dean, who had already appeared behind the opponent, showed no mercy. The long sword in his hand passed the opponent's neck with a cold light.

thump!

Like a rotten piece of wood, the opponent's body fell to the ground.

"The stupidity I'm talking about is not your desperate determination, but your stupidity that you don't know enough about yourself - your body has already become old and wretched as your lifespan is overdrawn, and it has even begun to affect your five senses... An old and dim-sighted person is definitely not an age suitable for fighting!"

After Dean finished speaking, he put his sword back into its sheath.

He didn't look at the corpse again.

There is no doubt about the strength of the opponent's attack. The previous attack was already at the 'domain' level according to the level of jadeite.

However, other than that, the other party is basically useless.

A body that is so old that even the five senses have degenerated.

Such an opponent is like a blind or deaf man, even if the opponent holds a magic weapon in his hand, so what? Can neither hit nor reach.

Two words: useless!

However, the appearance of the other party made Dean more vigilant.

"The dead warrior of the White Night Royal Family!"

Undoubtedly, this is the identity of the other party.

No matter from the other party's tone. The timing of appearing here is enough to make Dean have such a guess.

Except for the dead soldiers, Dean couldn't think of any holy class that would address the White Night royal family in such a respectful tone.

And after guessing the identity of the other party, then some other guesses will naturally follow.

The opponent of the Baiye royal family claimed five saints.

But the previous Nineteenth Prince Bai Ye. He and the dead soldiers in front of him are all saints.

And neither of them appeared in the five holy ranks declared by the Baiye royal family!

Then the number of holy ranks of the White Night Royal Family...

Dean frowned slightly.

Because, he thought of another possibility—maybe, the Baiye royal family's recognition of the holy level is not the same as ordinary warriors know: above the grandmaster is the holy level.

You know, in emerald, although the gold powerhouse contains the 'domain' level. But most of the time, the known gold powerhouses are only explained by the 'domain' level powerhouses.

If the Baiye royal family also evaluates the holy level according to this method...

"There are five 'domain' level members of the White Night Royal Family?"

Dean squinted his eyes, and after only a short pause, he burst into an extremely fighting spirit.

In order to find Grand Duke Emerald, he has already entered the 'battlefield' of those organizations. In that battlefield, he will inevitably encounter many strong men.

Among them, a large number of 'domain' levels will naturally appear.

If even the five 'domain' levels in front of you are backed down, what should you do if you encounter a larger number of 'domain' levels?

Rely on 'Heavenly War'?

Once or twice is fine, what about the third and fourth time?

After all, everyone who participated in the 'battlefield' had their own reasons, and Dean couldn't impose his will on the other party at all.

He doesn't want to do that. You can't do such a despicable thing.

People, after all, have to rely on themselves!

"I chose the 'Way of Slaughter'. I want to perfect my 'Seal of the Overlord'—if I retreat all the way. How can I perfect the 'Seal of the Overlord'?" I have comprehended the 'Seal of the Tyrant', and even if I have a part of the inheritance of the 'Seal of the Tyrant', if I don't experience life and death, it will be vain!"

Dean took a deep breath, and his heart became more and more clear and thorough.

And the next moment. In Dean's induction, the bloody sunlight in the killing space became brighter again. The speed of absorbing the 'nutrient' provided by his killing is also a little faster.

"Clear mind?"

Dean was startled, then chuckled. He sat back on the stone bench and picked up the teacup.

After a while, there was a sound of footsteps.

Dean, however, did not move.

Those chaotic footsteps sounded cautious and cautious. If they were looking for trouble, it was obviously impossible.

After a few breaths, a Martial League deacon and a military commander led a dozen people to appear on the martial arts arena of the Shuiyue Sword Hall.

Looking at the Martial arts arena where the corpses were strewn all over, these people were secretly startled.

And when they saw the bodies of several of them, they couldn't restrain their exclamations.

"Ghost shadow!"

"Hercules!"

"Poison boy!"

The three rangers who attacked Dean before and showed special means were recognized one by one.

But the next moment, when the old man's body was identified, the people around were all breathless.

"This is, this is..."

The leader of the government soldiers stuttered and couldn't speak.

"'Spirit Keeper' is sentenced to life and death!"

The Wumeng deacon took a deep breath, and looked at Dean with more and more different eyes, admiring, worshiping, and even a hint of envy.

Holy class!

At this time, he had already confirmed it.

Dean is holy!

What is the concept of a holy class who is less than twenty years old?

"My lord...what a bother, let's deal with the corpse right away!"

It is difficult for the slightly reserved Martial League deacon to give Dean a suitable title, called senior. Dean is too young to be called respectfully, and his strength at the holy level is enough for him to look up to.

Therefore, the word "adult" was used in some leaps and bounds.

The same is true for the commander of the army on the side.

"Ok!"

Dean nodded lightly, without looking at the two of them again, and drank his tea with his head down.

And his perception began to patrol around the Shuiyue Sword Gym.

He expects to lock down the person behind the scenes.

The first update of ps~~~(to be continued)