Heishi City.
Two years ago was a very short time for xiuzhe.
Everyone still hadn't forgotten about the City Lord being killed.
Like the major restaurants.
When everyone drank and chatted, they would mention these things.
South City Gate.
Pedestrians came and went in a hurry.
An old man with mottled white hair walked towards the city gate unsteadily with a wooden cane in his hand.
He looked like he would fall if the wind blew.
The passersby would avoid the old man when they saw him.
It wasn't because the old man was strong, nor was it because the old man had a strong background.
It was because the old man had a pungent smell on him, as if he hadn't bathed for decades.
Therefore, everyone looked at him with disdain.
"So smelly."
When the old man walked to the city gate, the four guards immediately pinched their noses. The disgust on their faces couldn't be concealed.
"Old man, you're at least a beginner wargod. Don't you know how to clean yourself up and be more decent?"
"Go, go, don't block the way."
Two years ago.
The City Lord's Mansion had a big change, so the city gates were guarded very strictly.
People who entered and left had to be checked by the Heaven's Eye Stone.
But at this moment.
Facing the white-haired old man, the four guards didn't have the intention to check him. They only hoped that the old man could leave as soon as possible.
The white-haired old man smiled faintly and took a step forward, trembling as he walked towards the city.
He didn't care about the smell on his body at all.
"There are really all kinds of people in this world."
"He's obviously healthy, but he still stinks."
"I think there must be something wrong with his brain."
The four guards shook their heads and continued to check the people who entered and left.
… …
"What's that smell?"
"So smelly?"
In the city.
At this moment, scolding was everywhere.
The crowd on the street looked at the white-haired old man and all avoided him. They were extremely disgusted.
But no matter how they scolded him, the white-haired old man still maintained his smile.
"Old man, I beg you, quickly find a place to wash!"
"To be honest, I really admire your courage. You dare to run out like this, aren't you afraid of being beaten up?"
A few young people shook their heads.
"You can't stand such a small matter?"
"Young people, it's not good to be impatient."
The white-haired old man chuckled.
"You're still taking advantage of me?"
"You're a classic example of not being ashamed, but being proud of it."
"Taking advantage of your seniority."
A few young men said angrily.
"Gentlemen, gentlemen …"
"Don't be impulsive."
"Look at his old arms and legs. If anything happens to him due to fright, he might blame it on you."
Someone advised from the side.
Hearing this, the young people immediately took a few steps back and looked at the white-haired old man warily.
She couldn't be here to scam him, right?
It was best to keep a respectful distance from such people.
Regarding this!
The white-haired old man merely chuckled and became extremely calm. He looked around at the crowd and asked, "Excuse me, how do I get to the Treasure Pavilion?"
"Turn right up ahead, then turn left after two blocks. You'll reach the Bao Pavilion after three blocks."
Someone said impatiently.
"Thank you."
The white-haired old man nodded his head and expressed his gratitude. Then, he strode towards the Treasure Pavilion, completely ignoring the disdainful gazes around him.
Treasure Pavilion!
As the only major force in Divine Land apart from the Dragons and the Dragon-slaying Palace, it naturally had its own strengths.
Everyone in the Treasure Pavilion kept a low profile. They never caused trouble outside and never competed with the Dragons for resources.
Sometimes, they even took the initiative to give it to the Dragons.
The white-haired old man wandered all the way and finally arrived at the Treasure Pavilion. He stopped in front of the door.
The magnificent building in front of him gave off a great sense of oppression.
But it wasn't luxurious.
It was even a little plain, but it didn't lose its grandeur.
There was an endless stream of people shuttling back and forth.
After all, the Treasure Pavilion was the only public trading place in Divine Land. Naturally, there was a lot of traffic.
However …
When the white-haired old man appeared in front of the door, everyone couldn't help but stop and look at the white-haired old man strangely.
Who was that?
This smell was too unbearable!
Looking at him, he still wanted to enter the Treasure Pavilion?
There were so many customers in the Treasure Pavilion. Weren't they here to cause trouble?
"Old man, are you going to enter the Treasure Pavilion?"
At the door.
There were two receptionists.
One of them walked to the white-haired old man with a suspicious look and asked.
"Yes."
The white-haired old man nodded.
"Old man, your sweat stinks …"
"Why don't you go wash up first? There's a restaurant next door."
The receptionist was very tactful and his attitude was very polite.
This meant that …
The people in the Treasure Pavilion were indeed good.
There seemed to be a trace of satisfaction in the white-haired old man's eyes.
"Old man, don't blame me because your image will indeed affect the other customers."
"After all, this is a place to do business."
The receptionist said again.
"Alright!"
The white-haired old man nodded.
But just as the white-haired old man turned around, a young man in purple came with a group of guards.
"Get out of the way, get out of the way. Young Master Wu is here!"
Two servants ran to the front and shouted arrogantly at the crowd.
Everyone's expression changed and hurriedly retreated to the side.
"Young Master Wu?"
The white-haired old man looked at the young man in purple and the guards with a trace of doubt in his eyes.
Weren't they the guards of the City Lord Mansion?
Who was this Young Master Wu?
Was he also from the City Lord Mansion?
"What's that smell?"
The young man in purple walked over and frowned. He scanned the surroundings and soon locked his eyes on the white-haired old man.
"You, you, you … Get lost, don't affect my young master's mood!"
Seeing this, the two servants immediately walked toward the white-haired old man angrily.
"The road belongs to everyone."
"The Treasure Pavilion doesn't belong to your family. What right do you have to tell me to get lost?"
The white-haired old man said lightly.
"Ouch!"
"How dare you talk back?"
"Let me tell you."
"Not to mention this road, now the entire Blackstone City belongs to my young master!"
The two servants sneered.
"Old man, you should leave quickly!"
"They can't afford to offend him."
The receptionist saw that the situation was not good and secretly transmitted a message.
"Why can't they?"
"Is there no law in this world?"
The white-haired old man said.
"Old man, this should be your first time in Blackstone City. The Wu family is now the law of Blackstone City."
"Because the head of the Wu family is the current City Lord of Blackstone City."
"The person standing in front of you is the son of the head of the Wu family. Tell me, can you afford to offend him?"
The receptionist secretly said.
"The head of the Wu family is the current City Lord?"
The white-haired old man was stunned.
The receptionist said, "Old man, go quickly, wash up and come back."
The white-haired old man thought for a while, looked up at the purple-clothed young man, and turned to leave.
"Stop!"
But at this time.
The purple-clothed young man spoke.
The white-haired old man was stunned and turned to look at the purple-clothed young man.
"Talking back to this young master, and you want to leave without even an apology?"
The purple-clothed young man had his hands behind his back, and his eyes looked insufferably arrogant.
The white-haired old man laughed hoarsely, "What this old man said is the truth, what's wrong? Since there's nothing wrong, why should I apologize? "
"You still dare to talk back to him?"
"This old man, is he tired of living?"
People muttered.
The purple-clothed young man was not scary.
Because he had the cultivation of a great success wargod.
However.
The forces behind him were terrifying.
For example, his father was not only extremely strong, but after becoming the City Lord, he had the support of Dragons.
Who could afford to offend him?
Even the Treasure Pavilion had to be respectful.
The purple-clothed young man was also a little stunned.
Ever since his father ascended the throne of the City Lord, no one dared to offend him like this.
Suddenly.
He felt that he couldn't keep his face. A trace of hostility flashed in his eyes as he shouted, "Kill him!"
"Young Master Wu, please calm down."
"After all, this is in front of our Treasure Pavilion, please don't kill anyone."
The receptionist hurriedly said.
"What is the Treasure Pavilion?"
"If this young master is unhappy, I will directly give the order to flatten your Treasure Pavilion!"
The purple-clothed young man had a look of disdain.
"Flatten the Treasure Pavilion?"
The receptionist was stunned, and his face suddenly became angry.
Another receptionist also stepped forward and glared at the purple-clothed young man, saying, "Young Master Wu, don't go too far!"
"Too far?"
The purple-clothed young man was stunned, turned his head to look at the guards beside him, and asked, "They said this young master went too far, did they?"
"No, no."
"Now the entire Black Rock City is yours, young master. You can do whatever you want, who dares to say no?"
The group of guards smiled flatteringly.
"Did you hear that?"
"The entire Black Rock City is mine, who do you think you are?"
The purple-clothed young man looked at the two receptionists and smiled proudly.
The two of them clenched their hands.
Thinking back, before the head of the Wu family became the City Lord, this person dared to be so arrogant in the Treasure Pavilion?
"Wonderful, wonderful."
"This old man has finally seen what it means to be a dog relying on its master's power."
At this moment.
The white-haired old man standing to the side laughed hoarsely.
Everyone looked at the white-haired old man.
They thought to themselves, how dare he speak up?
He didn't even see Young Master Wu and was already angry. Wasn't this asking for trouble?
As expected!
When the purple-clothed young man heard this, a fierce look appeared on his face. He stared at the white-haired old man and said coldly, "How dare you call this young master a dog, you really haven't died before. Immediately cut him into eight pieces for this young master!"
The two guards immediately waved their spears and charged towards the white-haired old man.
"Tell the truth."
"Calling you a dog is already praising you."
"You don't want to be a good person, but you want to be the claws of Dragons."
The white-haired old man smiled coldly, and a vast aura burst out of his body like a flood.
"What?"
"He's not the God of War!"
Everyone was shocked.
The two receptionists also looked at the white-haired old man in surprise.
The purple-clothed young man also had a shocked look on his face.
The two guards immediately stopped and sized up the white-haired old man.
"As long as they are the claws of Dragons, I will kill them on sight!"
The white-haired old man took a step forward, and a strange invisible force surged forward like a tide.
The two servants and the group of guards fell to the ground one after another, accompanied by miserable cries.
There were no injuries on their bodies. It was as if they had suddenly died of exhaustion!
"How is this possible?"
Everyone was dumbfounded.
How did this old man do it?
Boom!
At this moment.
The white-haired old man's aura shot straight up to that of a Great Success Divine Lord!
"He's not the God of War!"
"He's a Great Success Divine Lord!"
Everyone could not help but swallow their saliva.
In fact, Great Success Divine Lords were not considered very strong in Blackrock City. However, the methods that the white-haired old man had displayed were unheard of.
To be able to kill all the guards effortlessly without causing any injuries, this method was simply too terrifying!
(End of Chapter)
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