A few days ago, the entire Tower of Babel had been inspected from top to bottom. The entire Tower of Babel was heavily guarded by the low-level masters in the Dark World. Two masters in the middle stage of Elixir-strength were guarding the gate of the Tower of Babel.
Every year, the leaders of the eight most powerful organizations in the Dark World would form a committee, which was called the Dark Committee. The eight members cooperated with each other, restrained and supervised each other, and at the same time, they had to abide by the rules set by the Tower of Babel Conference. The rules of each session were made by the chairman and the eight forces. Each of the eight members had one vote, and the chairman had three votes. In addition, the chairman even had a veto power. So the position Xiao Bing was sitting on was an extremely coveted position.
Three days before the meeting, the entire Tong Tian Tower had been occupied by the guards. All of the guards were people sent by the eight council members. Each council member sent the same number of guards. This way, they could supervise each other and keep each other in check. This way, they could ensure the safety of Tong Tian Tower.
Now, there were already a lot of people who had begun to live in Skysplit Tower. Only those who had received an invitation were allowed to bring others into Skysplit Tower. Of course, there were some people who weren't famous before, but if they wanted to make a name for themselves in Skysplit Tower, then it was very simple. You had to engage in a life or death battle and challenge one of the members who had the qualifications to enter Skysplit Tower. If your opponent didn't dare to accept the challenge, then you could enter. If you killed your opponent, then you could also enter.
At this time, a man in his thirties was walking towards the direction of Skysplit Tower. This man was about 1.8 meters tall and was as thin as a match. In such cold weather, he was wearing a short-sleeved shirt. Moreover, there was a rope tied around his neck. There was a skull hanging from the rope, but this wasn't the most frightening thing. The most frightening thing was that there was a face attached to the skull, and there was a pair of eyes inlaid in it.
The man had a pair of black scissors on his left and a scimitar on his right. When he walked to the gate of the Tower of Babel, he stopped.
Two guards at the gate stopped him and asked, "Where's the invitation?"
"No." The man's voice actually trembled a little. It was a tremble brought about by excitement.
The two guards didn't show the slightest bit of contempt because of this man's words. Instead, when they saw the skull hanging in front of the man's chest, their eyes revealed a bit of fear. One of them coughed and said, "You should know that if you trespass into Tong Tian Tower, no matter who you are, you will die without a doubt."
The man asked, "I've heard of Tong Tian Tower's rules. Those who don't have an invitation, kill one person and let one person in, is that right?"
"That's right," the guard who spoke just now said.
The man grinned and said, "That's great, I want to kill him!"
At this time, a man happened to walk to the door and took out an invitation card from his pocket and handed it over. When he heard the strange man say that he wanted to kill him, he couldn't help but laugh. He pointed at his own nose and asked loudly with a look of disdain and disbelief, "You want to kill me?"
This person was tall and strong, with a metallic glow on his body. His hair was combed in a Beckham hairstyle, and his eyes were shining brightly. His body seemed to contain infinite explosive power.
The two guards took the invitation card from the man's hand and looked at it. They were surprised and said, "Mr. Block, the super boxing champion from the United States. I heard that you once killed a master at the peak of Elixir-strength with one punch five years ago. Your strength has reached the acme of perfection."
It was not particularly rare to be able to kill a master at the peak of Elixir-strength, but if he was killed with one punch, it at least proved that this person's strength had reached the level of Gang-strength. In fact, Block's strength had indeed reached the early stage of Gang-strength. He was already a top master in the Dark World.
The man asked, "If I kill him, can I go in?"
The two guards looked at each other and said sympathetically, "Do you really want to challenge Mr. Block? Block is a famous master in the Dark World. Why don't you choose another challenger? "
"No need, I'll challenge him!" The man turned to look at Block and asked, "Do you dare to accept my challenge?"
When he asked the question, his voice was trembling and his face was even flushed with excitement. It seemed that as long as there was a chance to kill, he could not help but be excited and excited.
Block cracked his fingers and grinned, "I, Block, don't kill nameless people. What's your name?"
The man was extremely excited, but he deliberately shouted so that everyone could hear him clearly, "My name is Wu Qing!"
Not far away, an old woman stood in the distance, leaning on a stick and holding the hand of a six or seven year old girl.
The old granny's clothes were tattered, and her back was bent. She was coughing non-stop, but her body emitted a terrifying aura that made people feel uneasy. The little girl she was holding had two braids, and she looked innocent and unaffected.
The little girl looked up at the old woman and asked, "Old Snake, what does that uncle with the scary head want to do?"
The old woman laughed in a hoarse voice, "He's just a young man who wants to make a name for himself."
The little girl asked, "Make a name for himself? What's so good about making a name for himself? "
"Making a name for yourself will make everyone in the world fear you, fear you, and respect you. It will even bring you endless power and wealth. Just like Serpent Grandmother, no matter where she goes, there will be many great clans that will bow and scrape to receive her. They will take the initiative to offer countless riches, just like this one. "
"Oh, I kind of understand." The little girl suddenly said, "Little dragonfly also wants to make a name for himself. He must be famous, definitely!"
The old woman laughed in a hoarse voice, "But there are countless benefits to making a name for yourself, but there are also disadvantages. For example, if you become famous, there will be people who want to kill you. If you are just a nobody, those who want to climb up will not even pay attention to you. Only when you are famous enough will there be enough benefits to kill you."
The old granny raised her head. Her turbid eyes were filled with endless wisdom, and she said, "Just like those two people. If that tall and strong American hadn't already made a name for himself, why would that little guy called Wu Qing want to kill him?"
The little girl asked, "Old Snake, why do you adults always want to fight and kill? Besides, is that scary uncle with the head on his body stupid? He is so thin. Can he beat that foreign uncle?"
The old woman laughed, and her tone was somewhat unpredictable. She said, "Little dragonfly, remember, as long as this young man can live, he will become a terrible guy in the future. Even some old antiques will be afraid of him …"
The little girl's eyes were full of confusion. She could not understand what the old woman was talking about.
Only the old granny could see how terrifying that young man was. However, she did not need to remind the little girl beside her too much, because she could see that to that guy called Wu Qing, a person like her little granddaughter, who was not a threat at all, would not even be spared a glance even if she scolded him from the side. Because killing a little girl who did not even have the strength to truss a chicken would not benefit him at all, let alone make him famous!
The old woman could see a kind of ambition in the young man, an ambition that was almost paranoid in the pursuit of fame!
After Wu Qing shouted his name, Brock could not help but laugh. He said with some disdain, "Do you have to shout so hard? In any case, you're a dying man. Let me tell you, dying under my fist is also your blessing! I will let you see the power of the fist of the Supreme Fist King, Brock! "
With a bang, a powerful aura erupted from Brock's body. He punched out, his fist as fast as lightning. He planned to directly finish off this Wu Qing with a single punch. In his eyes, Wu Qing was nothing more than a delusional person who overestimated his own abilities. He dreamed of becoming famous, dreaming of stepping into Skysplit Tower. Not only would his punch shatter Wu Qing's dreams, but it would also kill Wu Qing!
After the punch, the two guards showed a look of horror. They thought to themselves, This guy named Wu Qing is dead for sure.
But then they saw Brock's expression freeze. Then, Brock suddenly shouted, "This is impossible!!!"
Then, blood spurted from Brock's mouth. When they looked down, they found that Wu Qing's arm had completely penetrated Brock's body. When Wu Qing pulled his arm out, there was already a big hole in Brock's chest. Even the internal organs inside could be vaguely seen.
Pu pu, the merciless hand flashed once again, and instantly pierced through Blok's eyes. Blok screamed at the same time as he lay on the ground, constantly rolling around. He could feel his life force gradually fading away in despair, and then he slowly died without moving.
The two guards only felt a chill all over their bodies.
It was not that they had never seen people killed. In fact, they had killed many people, but they had never seen someone as ruthless as Wu Qing. Before the other party died, he still pierced the other party's eyes. What a ruthless heart!
Serpent Grandmother's pupils contracted slightly, and she also felt a little cold. Then, she said gloomily, "This kid … is much more terrifying than I expected. Amazing! "
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