Supreme Martial God of the City-Chapter 307 - 303: Who Is It (Asking for Monthly Ticket and Subscription)

Chapter 307: Chapter 303: Who Is It (Asking for Monthly Ticket and Subscription)

As Ma Biao’s words fell, everyone looked over and saw a man slowly walking out from the empty void.

This man had a long face, sparse eyebrows, a somewhat large nose, and eyes like those of an eagle. A scar like a centipede stretched from just below his earlobe up to the bridge of his nose, adding to his appearance a seven-part cold-blooded and sinister air, making him seem quite aged.

He was the Elder Mo that Ma Biao mentioned; indeed, he was quite demonic. He slightly raised the corner of his mouth and looked at the group of people.

"Master!!!"

"Originally, the plan was for you to make a move later, but since they’re all here,"

"might as well catch them all."

Ma Biao suddenly knelt down and respectfully addressed the man.

"Good, you’ve done well!!"

Elder Mo walked up to Ma Biao, stroking Ma Biao’s head, his eyes flashing with a dark light.

"Master... what are you doing!!"

"My head hurts so much!"

"I can’t take it, kill me!"

Ma Biao suddenly clutched his head with both hands, his face twisted as he screamed and yelled. His face was pale, and beads of sweat covered his forehead.

Screaming in pain.

His body trembled.

Within just a few breaths, Ma Biao was reduced to a pile of white bones.

Silence, as quiet as death.

Terrifying, too terrifying, the methods of this old man were overly mysterious.

"What are you doing!!"

"Where did our boss go?"

"You old bastard, die!"

A black-clad bodyguard finally couldn’t contain his fear and ran madly toward Elder Mo, shouting angrily.

"Hehe, did you think you were really tigers?"

"You are nothing but dogs that I raised."

"Today, it’s time for you to repay your master."

Elder Mo’s eyes revealed a playful look as he stretched out a hand. When he clenched his large hand, those black-clad people were lifted into the air, clutching their own throats.

"Ahhhh!!!"

The faces of the black-clad bodyguards twisted, turning so red it looked as though they would bleed. A stench filled the air, and the leaves quickly corroded.

"Sizzling."

The black-clad bodyguards present disappeared into nothing, as if they had never existed. The wind lightly blew across everyone’s faces, icy cold.

Weird, truly too weird.

"Alright, now let’s have a talk."

"Su Tong, hand over the Life Potion, and I’ll let you die more quickly."

"There is no one under heaven or earth who can save you now."

Elder Mo slowly extended a hand, like the hand of a demon, his tone full of undeniable authority.

At this moment, Xiao Hu’s pupils slightly contracted. Elder Mo??

This name sounded familiar??

That’s right, he was the Great Demon who slaughtered a village five years ago to cultivate the Bloodthirsty Demon Technique.

He was later hunted by Divine Martial Pavilion, but apparently hadn’t died.

"It’s you, demon, how did you escape Divine Martial Pavilion’s pursuit?"

"Weren’t you dead?"

Xiao Hu pointed at Elder Mo and said.

"Hehe, that group of trash from the Divine Martial Pavilion, thinking they could capture me by sending a few Earth Pavilion members."

"Who am I afraid of other than the Divine Martial Pavilion Master?"

"Didn’t expect to find a Martial Artist here, but unfortunately just a Yellow Rank ant."

"No one here today will live to return."

"You will all become my nourishment."

Elder Mo spoke lightly, but his words frightened everyone nearly to death.

"It’s none of our business!"

"It’s all Su Tong and those people’s fault, kill these wastes if you must!"

"I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die."

"I’m willing to serve you, please spare my life."

"I’m still young, I can serve you in any way."

The seductive woman beside Ma Jin knelt on the ground, clinging to Elder Mo’s leg, shaking her head incessantly and glaring viciously at Ye Tian.

She rubbed that patch of white against the white-haired elder, full of ingratiation, making people feel nauseous.

"You want to serve me???"

"Hahaha!!!"

Elder Mo looked down playfully, lifted the seductive woman’s chin with his fingers, and said with a smile.

Suddenly, Elder Mo reached out to his own face, and under everyone’s shocked eyes, he tore.

At this moment, the crows flapped their wings desperately, flying away, cawing.

Black pupils were filled with fear, as if they had seen the most terrifying thing in the world.

Elder Mo tore off a human-skin mask, revealing a face that was nauseating, with flesh torn apart and some parts blackened, it could truly be called a devil reborn.

No words could describe Elder Mo’s appearance at this moment.

"Now, do you still want to serve me?"

Elder Mo opened his mouth, the stench filling the air. Everyone couldn’t help but cover their mouths, wishing they could suffocate immediately.

Every second of living was torture, every breath of air was sinful.

"I... I..."

She couldn’t speak, stammering, not daring to look at Elder Mo, but her eyes flickered with extreme disgust.

"Hehe, since you won’t speak,"

"then don’t say anything ever again."

Elder Mo’s devil-like face twitched violently, emitting a sharp sound, grabbing the seductive woman’s head.

A blood-red mist slowly poured into Elder Mo’s nostrils, he closed his eyes in enjoyment for a moment, then smiled at Su Tong and the others.

Some people couldn’t help but take steps back, their hearts screaming, "What kind of devil is this!!"

"Am I dreaming, I don’t believe it."

"So many living people, how did they all disappear."

They felt ice-cold to the bone, as if thrown into an icehouse. Elder Mo’s terror had filled their minds.

"Su Tong, have you considered it?"

"Your time is running out."

Elder Mo said gloomily, his withered yet sharp hands gesturing in the air.

"This...."

Su Tong clearly knew this was an incredibly powerful Martial Artist, yet an extremely evil Demon Cultivator.

He turned to glance at Ye Tian, only to see Ye Tian holding Lin Chumo’s hand, calmly and unperturbed, in stark contrast to those who were pale with fear.

Su Tong took a few deep breaths and solemnly said, "Elder Mo, is it!!"

"The Life Potion belongs to Huaxia, it’s the work of my lifetime."

"Giving it to you?? Unless I’m dead."

Su Tong glanced slightly at Ye Tian, thinking he might come to his aid.

Although Xiao Hu and Ali were somewhat scared, looking at Ye Tian calmed their hearts, as they had seen Ye Tian’s unparalleled fighting before.

"Alright, then I’ll kill you first."

Elder Mo smiled sinisterly, turning into a shadow, rushing toward Su Tong.

Quick, really quick, this Demon Cultivator was highly skilled, an Earth Rank top-tier strong person.

In this electrifying moment.

Ye Tian somehow had a leaf in his hand, casually flicking it forward.

Faint white light flashed like a strand of hair, silently slipping through the void.

"Bang~~~"

The black shadow collided with the faint white light, flying like a broken kite.

"Cough, cough."

"Who is it!!!"