777: C777 A Martial Saint of the Gan Dynasty

C777 A Martial Saint of the Gan Dynasty

Da Xia Dynasty, thousand Sun City. Early in the morning, the vendors in the city set up stalls and shouted.1

A small number of residents carried baskets and strolled in groups of three to five.

Among them, there was a middle-aged man in a black robe with a scar on his head. He held a large knife in his hand and looked around with a pair of fierce eyes full of malice.

The surrounding residents started to distance themselves from him. Some of the Martial Cultivator were even looking at him from afar. They were discussing and pointing at him.

His gaze was fierce as he looked at the Martial Cultivator. Immediately, the Martial Cultivator who were still discussing immediately lowered their heads, not daring to look at him or give him any pointers.

The merchant beside the middle-aged man seemed to be bored, and he whispered to the short-haired merchant beside him.

"Sigh, business is getting harder and harder now. I heard that the Martial Sovereign of the Gan Dynasty has infiltrated our dynasty and is currently massacring. The residents are hiding at home and do not dare to come out."

The short-haired merchant shook his head and sighed helplessly. He replied: "Isn't that so? If it weren't for the fact that I can't continue living, I definitely wouldn't have come out to do business. "

"What's the use of hiding at home? When the Martial Sovereign comes to attack, other than the Martial Sovereign being able to resist, For ordinary Martial Cultivator like us, no matter where we hide, we will die. "

"You're right. Hiding at home can only comfort ourselves. It's useless. Now, we can only hope that the Martial Sovereign of the Da Xia Dynasty can be sent back to us."

The short-haired merchant beside them felt uneasy and asked in a low voice, "Do you think the Martial Sovereign of the Gan Dynasty will attack our Thousand Sun City?"

"Yes." A savage laugh suddenly sounded. The middle-aged man in black suddenly released his aura and said loudly, "I've already decided. The city is my target this time. All of you can wait for death. Haha..."

The street suddenly fell silent. Everyone looked at the middle-aged man in front of them with terror on their faces. They were all forced back by his aura and were struggling in pain to escape.

Some of the weaker residents directly fell to the ground, their breathing becoming weaker and weaker.

The pressure of the Martial Sovereign was something that ordinary people could not withstand at all.

The two vendors beside the middle-aged man were the ones closest to him, so they were the ones who felt the strongest pressure.

They directly knelt down. Their faces were distorted, and even their blood vessels seemed to be about to burst open.

Seeing everyone's miserable state, the middle-aged Martial Sovereign felt a kind of abnormal pleasure. He laughed crazily, "All of you, go to hell!"

After saying that, the energy of heaven and earth gathered on his body. An even more terrifying aura was emitted from his body.

"The one who is going to die is you." A voice suddenly came from the horizon. A figure appeared in front of everyone.

Everyone felt the pressure on their bodies suddenly disappear. They looked at the figure that had just appeared in surprise and hurriedly ran outside.

"Qin Ming?" The middle-aged man's body trembled. He recognized the man in front of him and couldn't help but be shocked. He said in disbelief, "Qin Ming, how did you find this place? How did you know that I would attack this city? I randomly chose this city. Even I don't know about it. "

The middle-aged man's heart was filled with doubt, and he asked several questions.

"None of this is important. What's important is that you will die today. I will forgive you for killing the Martial Cultivator." Seeing the residents on the ground that had been crushed to death by the middle-aged man's aura, Qin Ming's expression turned ugly as he said in a cold tone.

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