Soul Devouring Sword Master

As time went by, various forces arrived one after another.

Unfortunately, there were too many people in each force, and Lin Xiao could not find Shangguan Zhiyan and Murong Shi for a while. They might have come, or they might not have.

"I wonder if Uncle Bai has come."

Lin Xiao murmured.

"The Undead and Bloodthirsty tribes are really arrogant. They always come last!"

The Lord of Senluo Palace said coldly.

"Not only them, but the God of War tribe has not come yet!"

The Lord of Zhantian Palace snorted coldly.

"Haha, it seems that you can't wait!"

Suddenly, a hearty laugh came.

In an instant, everyone looked in the direction of the sound.

A dazzling golden light appeared in the sky.

As the golden light approached, everyone saw clearly that it was a huge chariot.

These chariots were made of black gold, magnificent, hundreds of feet long, finely carved, and majestic.

On each chariot, there were dozens of people standing, each wearing a golden robe. Hundreds of chariots roared in, like a golden glow, giving people a strong visual impact.

"Every time the God of War clan appears, the momentum is so great!"

The Lord of the Sword God Temple laughed.

Soon, these chariots arrived here.

The leading chariot was tall and gorgeous, with hundreds of people standing. M..

These people are generally older, obviously high-level figures of the God of War clan, but there are also a few young people, each of them is extraordinary, and they are the best of the best at a glance.

The leader, a white-haired old man, with his hands behind his back, his eyes as deep as the starry sky, and a faint smile on his face, seemingly gentle, but full of sharpness.

"Chu Zhongtian, I haven't seen you for a long time, your body is still so strong!"

The beast mad laughed.

Everyone narrowed their eyes slightly. This beast mad actually called the name of the patriarch of the God of War clan directly, which was really a bit rude. Among the forces present, except for the old monster Mo, only he dared to call him that.

Chu Zhongtian smiled slightly when he heard this, "You are the same, I feel that you are stronger than three years ago. I heard that in the past few years, your beast tribe has cultivated many geniuses!"

Beast Maniac did not comment: "There are not as many talents as your God of War Clan. In this year's Thousand Saints List, your God of War Clan must have many people on the list!"

"Thank you for the compliment. This time, the main purpose is to bring these useless little guys to see the world and let them know that there are people who are better than people. Rankings are secondary!"

Chu Zhongtian smiled lightly.

After the words fell, many people despised them in their hearts.

This old guy said this, but every time on the Thousand Saints List, the people of their God of War Clan did not fight hard for the list.

On every Thousand Saints List, their disciples, except for the bloodthirsty clan and the undead clan, most of them died at the hands of the God of War Clan.

But for this smiling tiger, everyone has long been accustomed to it.

"Chu Zhongtian!"

Lin Xiao narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Chu Zhongtian and the people behind him calmly.

The God of War clan, this is the clan he was born into, these are his clansmen, with the same blood as him.

The God of War blood in his body was sensed and boiled uncontrollably, but fortunately Lin Xiao suppressed it in time.

Chu Zhongtian narrowed his eyes slightly, and glanced in the direction of Lin Xiao, but he didn't care.

Their God of War clan is big and powerful, and there must be blood flowing outside, but they are all garbage hybrids, and the family will not accept them, just let them fend for themselves.

Despite seeing so many clansmen, Lin Xiao's heart was unusually cold, even a little heavy.

In the eyes of these people, at least in most of their hearts, his father is the sinner of the God of War clan, and he is the son of the sinner.

Suddenly, Lin Xiao's eyes moved.

He noticed that the middle-aged man behind Chu Zhongtian looked about 60% similar to his father.

This man had an indifferent look, narrow eyes, and gave people a sinister and cold feeling.

"Could it be that this man is my father's brother?"

Lin Xiao guessed in his heart.

At this time, the beast maniac was a little impatient: "Damn it, this bloodthirsty clan and the undead clan always come so late, making us wait for a long time, they really think they are big shots!"

"Haha, big shots, of course they have to be the last to appear!"

Suddenly, a sinister laugh came.

Then, a bloody light descended, and thousands of figures appeared here out of thin air.

These people were all wearing blood-colored robes, with evil patterns such as skulls engraved on their chests. They were evil and sinister, and they were not righteous people at first glance.

The leader was an old man in blood-colored clothes, wearing a mask, revealing two turbid eyeballs, emitting a cold luster, which made people shudder.

This person was the founder of the bloodthirsty clan, the blood god.

At the same time as the bloodthirsty clan appeared, another space, a green light descended.

When the light dissipated, there were only hundreds of figures.

The strange thing is that these people are generally very old, with white hair, wrinkled faces, hunched bodies, and holding magic wands, just like old wizards.

"Is this the undead?"

Lin Xiao was stunned.