Genius Daddy in the City

"Uh-huh!"

As Indian Saint Harris waved the golden branch in his hand, the golden branch suddenly surged.

Under everyone's gaze, the golden branch sprouted seven twigs out of thin air, all of which were blood red, and an extremely terrifying aura emanated from them.

"What a powerful blood-light energy. It is worthy of being the spiritual treasure of the most powerful person in the Indian country - Mr. Gerald, the Beast King!"

"It is said that in order to refine this treasure, Lord Gerald forced hundreds of thousands of refugees one after another, and this golden sacred tree absorbed the energy and blood of hundreds of thousands..."

At that moment, some powerful Westerners were shocked.

But many powerful people from the Hua Kingdom were staring at the Imperial Divine Tree with extremely solemn expressions.

The beast king’s spiritual treasure!

Can Ye Nankuang resist it?

"Swish, swish, swish..."

Immediately afterwards, I saw seven twigs on the Imperial Divine Tree moving in the wind, and then flying out together, like the ferocious giant tongues of ancient ferocious beasts.

And as the golden sacred tree surged, the body of Indian Saint Harris shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It was obvious that he had sacrificed all his energy and blood.

"Ye Nankuang, go to hell!"

"Hahaha!"

Harris, as shriveled as a mummy, laughed maniacally.

As his words fell.

The seven branches, which were like ferocious giant tongues, carried the overwhelming evil energy and headed straight towards Ye Chen. The momentum was so great that it almost covered the entire world.

"With this little ability? You want to kill me too?!!"

Ye Chen put one hand behind his back and stretched out the other hand from his chest. His movements seemed extremely ordinary.

However, in the eyes of everyone, it was like a giant claw of a green dragon sweeping across the territory, forcefully crossing the sky.

"Boom..."

The giant claws of the green dragon directly wrapped the golden sacred tree that covered the sky. The storm of vitality visible to the naked eye wanted to sweep away in all directions, accompanied by a large amount of blood.

Shocking power!

Indian Saint Harris vomited blood and fell back repeatedly, his face full of extreme horror: "How is this possible? How is this possible!!!"

That was a spiritual treasure given by his master, the only Beast King in India. Not even the Beast King of the West or the Saint of the East could destroy it, right?

However, he was crushed by Ye Chen forcefully?

Thinking of this, his expression suddenly changed, and then he looked at Ye Chen: "You... you are a saint..."

"die!"

Before he finished speaking, Ye Chen stepped forward, and endless divine power bloomed under his feet.

"boom!"

Ye Chen's eyes were full of killing intent, his eyes were frightening, and his black hair was flying. With one kick, the former's body was crushed to pieces, and his soul turned to ashes.

Suddenly, there was deathly silence in the sky and on the earth!

At this moment, both the strong men in the East and the Western masters all changed their colors and felt horrified from the bottom of their hearts.

Especially the powerful Westerners are almost desperate!

Although the Saint of India, Harris, is only a quasi-holy warrior, his strength is enough to rank among the top twenty in the world. He also has the help of the Beast King's weapon. I am afraid that even the Beast King himself would not be able to kill him so quickly!

But now he was kicked to death by Ye Chen!

"saint!!!"

"He is a saint!!!"

Some of the strongest people in the secret realm who survived roared angrily, their faces full of disbelief.

As soon as this statement came out!

The whole place was silent!

saint!

This combat power represents a beast king level existence in the West. Looking at the whole world, it can only be counted on the fingers of one hand!

Some people don’t want to believe it!

But the facts are right in front of you!

It has only been half an hour since the war began between the East and the West, but too many strong men have died at Ye Chen's hands!

Indian Saint Harris!

Japanese Onmyoji Tianyin Evil Master!

The second prince of the British blood clan!

Christian, the high priest of the totem city!

…

Added up, the number exceeds twenty, and they are all the strongest in various secret realms and holy places!

"die!"

At the same time, on the other side of the battlefield, Ancestor Huangquan killed a beast king in Mount Olympus with one sword!

Ye Wushuang, Luo Tianya and others killed many people one after another, causing the balance of the war to finally tilt towards the Chinese side.

The divine envoy of Mount Olympus had already fought to the nine heavens with Zi Qingcang, the saint of Kunlun Ruins. Both sides were injured, and they seemed to be fighting tooth and nail.

"The situation in the West is over, what should I do now? How about running away?"

"No, if we flee directly, the strong men of China will definitely take advantage of the victory and pursue us, and we will die faster!"

"How could Ye Nankuang be so powerful? If he had known this earlier, even if he killed me, he would not have participated in the Eastern Expedition..."

For a time, there were continuous discussions among the Western army. Many people were filled with fear and regret.

In the final analysis, Ye Chen had no grudges at all against some of their secret realms and holy places.

The reason why they participated was purely because they thought that with so many secret realms and holy places in the West joining forces, Ye Nankuang would definitely be defeated, so they joined in just to fish in troubled waters and get a piece of the pie.

However, who would have thought that after the war actually started, it would end in such an unacceptable way for them.

"Now we can only wait and see whether Hermes, the envoy of Mount Olympus, the holy mountain, can reverse the decline!"

"The God Envoy has been held back by the Saint from the East. I'm afraid he won't be able to take care of us, unless we have a hidden backhand!"

Countless powerful Westerners were secretly horrified.

It seemed to be to verify his guess.

At this moment, a young man in a suit stepped forward, looked at Ye Chen and sneered: "Ye Nankuang, don't be too proud. Before coming, my vampire clan has already prepared a backup plan!"

"The Holy See also has a backup plan!" The only remaining red archbishop in the Vatican camp also sneered.

Before anyone could react, the young man in a suit suddenly bit the tip of his tongue and quickly drew a strange bloody rune in the air.

"Dear His Excellency, First Prince Nicholas, your most loyal child Gaia has offered her blood as a sacrifice and is waiting for your arrival!"

The young man in a suit knelt on the ground, extremely pious.

As his words fell, extremely fierce noises suddenly came from the originally turbulent Western camp.

Prince Nicholas!

No one knows how long he has lived, the first prince of the blood clan in England, and no one has seen his face!

The only thing that is known is that everyone who has seen him is dead, and it is said that the current Blood Sabbat Party is his descendant!

This man can be called the father of the blood clan!

"He actually wants to summon the First Prince Nicholas. If this happens, Ye Nankuang will definitely die!"

Many Western powerhouses were secretly delighted. They stared at the space around them and were vaguely prepared to welcome them.

However, as time passed, there was no movement between heaven and earth.

In the end, even the face of the vampire youth changed. He kowtowed again and said: "Dear First Prince Nicholas, your most loyal child Gaia has offered his blood as a sacrifice and is waiting for your arrival!"

"Is this the trash you want to summon?"

But at this moment, a voice that sounded like disdain suddenly came from the western sky.