The Sacred Gate

0These words would surely lead to a huge conflict between the two sides. They might even start to fight.    0

    

As expected, when the dozen or so White people heard this, they instantly became furious.    

    

They were high and mighty existences.    

    

How dare a lowly Xiao Pang of the Nine Regions speak to them like that?    

    

Bang!    

    

Bang! With a loud noise, a old man smashed the huge table into pieces with a slap, causing all kinds of good wine and dishes to fall onto the ground.    

    

Fortunately, Chen Mo was quick to react and picked up a big plate of Purple Winged Crown Cock and continued to eat.    

    

Ye Luo and the others were so scared that their hearts were trembling as they looked at Chen Mo in disbelief.    

    

was still in the mood to eat after all this?    

    

The dozen or so White people s all stood up, smashing the table and pointing at Chen Mo, they roared: Little thing, immediately kneel down and apologize to us, otherwise, you will die a horrible death!    

    

"Hehe, old fart, if I don't kneel, what will you do?"    

    

Chen Mo laughed coldly, and bit off the chicken buttock, chewing with kacha kacha sounds, he laughed and said: "You guys barged in, don't force yourself, you lick our faces, eat our things, scold us, and even smash our tables, do you want to kill us?"    

    

"Who the f * ck gave you face?"    

    

These words made the dozen or so White people extremely angry.    

    

"I'll kill you!"    

    

The White Old Man roared out, and a longsword appeared in his hands. full level, he wanted to kill Chen Mo.    

    

At the same time, an aura of the War God of the ninety-sixth rank exploded from the room in the private box.    

    

"To your ancestors, who the hell dares to touch my young master? Who gave you the guts? "    

    

From the room inside came the curses of a Female, a masked Black Robe, holding onto a snow-white sword, slowly walked out.    

    

"Sister Xiao Han?"    

    

Hua Yuyanyetianlanlinqian and the others cried out.    

    

Yang Xiaohan's sudden appearance was something they had not expected.    

    

Suddenly, they came to a realization and stared at Chen Mo.    

    

Yang Xiaohan was called Master Chen Mo, and Ye Luo looked at Chen Mo at the most critical moment. Adding Chen Mo's style of doing things, Hua Yuyanheyetianlan immediately reacted.    

    

The Chen Pang was precisely Chen Mo.    

    

As for Lin Qian, he was still a little confused.    

    

Thinking that Chen Pang was indeed Chen Mo, Hua Yuyanheyetianlan's heart suddenly felt warm, and a warm smile surfaced on the corner of her mouth, no longer afraid.    

    

As long as Chen Mo was here and the sky was falling, they were not afraid.    

    

Han Qianqian, who was watching from outside the private box, was also stunned. She did not know when Yang Xiaohan had entered, nor did she know that he had entered the small room inside!    

    

"Hahahaha ?"    

    

"What kind of expert do I fucking think it is? It turns out that it's just a tiny ninety-six level War God?"    

    

The White Old Man laughed, he did not place Yang Xiaohan in his eyes at all.    

    

All of their ten old man s possessed full level, so how could they be afraid of a tiny ninety-six War God?    

    

If he was afraid, it would be a huge joke.    

    

"Fuck you!"    

    

Yang Xiaohan roared, he flew past Ye Luo's hand and thrusted his sword towards White Old Man, causing White Old Man to use all his strength. He waved his sword to block, but before he could do anything, his sword had pierced through the chest.    

    

Yang Xiaohan's kick landed on the White Old Man's chest. Peng! The kick sent the White Old Man flying and landed right in front of Han Qianqian.    

    

A few of the White Old Man s took out their longsword s in panic, but Yang Xiaohan's speed was too fast, they did not have the time to block it, and were slashed by the sword, flying out.    

    

Yang Xiaohan smashed his sword into the face of a white race young monk, sending that white race youth flying while screaming miserably.    

    

Yang Xiaohan swept his leg horizontally, sweeping away the other two young men of the white race, and flipped over to kill the other few old man s.    

    

The other White Old Man s did not expect Yang Xiaohan to attack so quickly, and their expressions had already changed greatly. They all took out their longsword, and charged towards Yang Xiaohan.    

    

Dang, dang, dang, dang, dang ?    

    

With more than ten sword sounds, Yang Xiaohan's figure twisted and transformed. This small space gave her an extremely good chance.    

    

Three old man s were cut three times, two old man s were penetrated, and two old man s were forced to retreat by the Sword Qi. They flew back to the corner of the wall.    

    

Yang Xiaohan flew over, swept his sword across, and dodged the two old man s. The wall was cut through by a fierce Sword Qi.    

    

Yang Xiaohan was like a furious lion, slashing his sword at a Old Man of the War God.    

    

The old man waved his sword to block, retreating a few steps.    

    

Yang Xiaohan rushed forward, and with a dozen or so sword strikes, he pierced through the old man's solitude.    

    

The Old Man of the War God behind him slashed down with his sword, Yang Xiaohan's figure twisted in a strange way, and in the instant he dodged, he flew into the distance, his sword slicing a wound on old man's sword and turning around, he kicked Old Man of the War God's Neck.    

    

Bang    

    

The origin of the War God was smashed out.    

    

In less than a minute, ten full level Old Man of the War God s were heavily injured by Yang Xiaohan, and all of them died!    

    

They stood together and stared at Yang Xiaohan with their sharp swords, their eyes filled with shock and disbelief.    

    

A tiny War God of the ninety-six levels, was actually able to beat them into a pulp?    

    

Although Yang Xiaohan's movements were too quick and took the initiative in this relatively small space, it was sufficient to prove that Yang Xiaohan's combat power was terrifying, his Swordsmanship was powerful, and his movement technique was also incomparably powerful.    

    

"Today, I will exterminate all of you animals!"    

    

Yang Xiaohan's eyes flashed with a cold light, not afraid of the ten full level Old Man of the War God at all, as he raised his sword and rushed forward.    

    

She hadn't gotten used to it yet!    

    

"Alright, Little Cold!"    

    

Chen Mo's mouth was dripping with oil, chewing on the Purple Winged Crown Cock, he shouted.    

    

One of the White Old Man s narrowed his eyes and said, "If you have the guts, go out and fight with us. This place is too narrow!"    

    

At this point, if they were to use their full strength, it would likely be very easy for the entire Tianyang Tower to be smashed into smithereens.    

    

"A few white skinned pigs, I will fuck you all to death!"    

    

Yang Xiaohan growled, his eyes filled with fighting spirit.    

    

Chen Mo carried the plate of Purple Winged Crown Cock, and handed the remaining chicken leg over to Yang Xiaohan, saying: "Don't be anxious, eat something first."    

    

Although Yang Xiaohan had displayed his skills and showed his might, if he really went out to fight, Chen Mo did not know if she could defeat the ten White Old Man s.    

    

Now that the deterrence level had been reached, Chen Mo did not want to create unnecessary trouble.    

    

"Young master, what kind of chicken is this? How fragrant is it?"    

    

Yang Xiaohan's eyes immediately lit up as he said this.    

    

Just as Chen Mo wanted to give her a reply, she uncovered a corner of the black veils and started to wolf it down.    

    

"Delicious ?" My God... "I've never eaten such a delicious thing ?"    

    

Yang Xiaohan wolfed down his food while praising his.    

    

"What are you guys doing? Why are you all injured?"    

    

White Old Man still wanted to say something, but an ice-cold voice was transmitted over.