Creation Color Master

There was no one left on the street, only a messy ground.

Looking at this old man sweeping the floor who belittled the tribe, he, who was as insignificant as an ant, should not have attracted anyone's attention. However, today, just because of a few words, this third-level cultivator from the Cold Eagle Tribe developed murderous intent towards him.

With a wave of his hand, a bloody hand slapped the mouse's ear fiercely.

At this moment, Mouse Ear's face was calm. Although he had only been in the theater for a few days, it was the most precious time of his life.

Here, there is no distinction between high and low, even the high and mighty young masters are given due respect; everyone in the theater does not distance themselves from me just because I am guarding the door and sweeping the floor. Madam Mingzhu and Li Wan'er greet me every time they go out; Chu Yun and Chu Tian chat with me whenever they are free...

How could he not cherish such days, how could he forget the kindness shown to him by the young master; now that the young master is in trouble, even though he is already very old, he will always stand in front of the young master.

The blood-red giant hand, carrying a powerful pressure, quickly slapped towards the mouse ear. At the same time, Salson suddenly attacked, catching everyone off guard.

Just as Shu'er closed his eyes to welcome death, a ray of fire shot out from his side and hit the bloody hand. The scorching fire easily burned the giant hand to ashes.

The imagined attack did not come. Mouse Ear opened his eyes in disbelief and saw the little beast that used to guard the gate with him walking out step by step.

At the same time, its body shape was gradually changing. The diagonal part of its head began to grow and extend, and its body swelled rapidly, transforming into a giant flaming beast in front of Mouse Ear's shocked eyes.

The Flame Scaled Fire Beast looked back at Mouse Ear with disdain and said, "Hurry up and leave. The battle here is no longer one you can participate in. Go back and guard your door."

The action of the Yanlin Fire Beast was beyond everyone's expectations. No one had expected that in this border town, in a small theater, there was actually a third-level demon beast living.

But there was only one person who was not surprised. Instead, he had greater emotional fluctuations when the Yanlin Fire Beast appeared, and endless murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

Sun Anzheng was caught off guard by the sudden accident. He never thought that there was such a monster in Chu Mo's theater.

Seeing that there were loopholes in his plan, Sun Anzheng wanted to cancel his plan, but things took a turn for the worse again.

"You beast, you must be the monster that hunted my Han clan members in the Fire Cloud Crypt. I never thought you would be willing to guard the gate for a small theater owner. Come back with me to be the Han clan's guardian monster. I will forgive you for hunting my clan members."

Han Yubing slowly stood up from the dining table in the stall, and in a flash he appeared opposite the Yanlin Fire Beast.

The Yanlin Fire Beast sensed a familiar aura, and his eyes burned with anger. He said, "Another member of your Han bloodline. The Red Flame Crypt is my habitat. Not only did you covet my spiritual creatures, you also killed my partner. You dare to seek revenge in such a high-sounding way today. Do you really think that I am easy to bully?"

The water around Han Yubing gathered and transformed into water swords, with the sword intent pointing directly at the Yanlin fire beast beside him.

"It seems that you refuse. In that case, come up and fight."

Han Yubing's figure flashed and he walked into the air, arriving mid-air above the theater.

The reason for fighting in mid-air was that Han Yubing did not want to get involved in the war between theaters. Although his original plan was to kill the Yanlin Fire Beast and then destroy the theater, now that the theater's enemy had come and someone was taking action for him, why not do it?

At the same time, just as he was showing his strength, a mysterious gaze came from the surroundings. The person's cultivation was no less than his own, which made Han Yubing have to be cautious.

Therefore, leaving the battlefield and fighting in mid-air is the best option.

Watching the two unexpected factors leave, Sun Anzheng breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately his plan was not ruined.

Seeing someone lead the Flame Scale Fire Beast away for him, Sarson breathed a sigh of relief and shouted at the theater again, "Theater owner Chu Mo, Haozhou Governor Chen Gong, Zhou Wenlong, and the mysterious monks Li Ru and Han Xinghe, you are the culprits who killed the people of the Cold Eagle Tribe, why don't you show up?"

"Well, in that case, I will tear down this theater, hunt you out one by one, tear out your tendons and bones, and use them to pay tribute to the souls of my people in heaven."

Just as Sarson was about to take action, a loud shout came from the courtyard nearby.

"How dare you! How can you be so presumptuous in my lord's territory? You'd better get past me first."

The door to the Lin Mansion nearby opened, and a majestic white-haired old man in armor walked out. His aura surpassed that of everyone present.

Looking at Lin Mingwei, whose momentum overwhelmed him, Sarson showed no fear at all and said, "I forgot about you. Who would have thought that the commander of Hanyang Pass would stand up for a small theater owner? It's really unexpected."

"Stop talking nonsense and let's fight."

Lin Mingwei had just finished speaking and was about to take action when he suddenly realized that the surrounding environment was constantly changing.

At this time, a man walked out from one side of the street, carrying a huge shelf on his back, like a peddler walking around the streets.

"Old General, I have heard of your great name for a long time. Please do not interfere in today's affairs. Instead, enjoy the gift I prepared for you."

Lin Mingwei only felt his consciousness sinking, and in the blink of an eye, he arrived at a flat battlefield.

Behind him were the ruins left over from the war; the majestic city walls that had originally defended against the enemy had been completely destroyed.

There was an army around him, a remnant of more than ten thousand soldiers left from a force of hundreds of thousands. Their gazes seemed to follow him forever, with a fearless look and aspirations.

On the opposite side was an army of tens of thousands of well-equipped cavalry.

As his thoughts raced, Lin Mingwei seemed to have returned to his darkest moment, as if he had returned to the battlefield that he least wanted to recall in his life.

Lin Mingwei, who possessed powerful cultivation, was restrained in this way, which seemed to be beyond everyone's expectations. Only Sun Anzheng, who was still sitting at the table, showed a confident smile.

My own plan has begun. Under today's circumstances, I want to see how you can resolve it and whether you can still remain calm.

Salson, who originally wanted to go all out and fight Lin Mingwei desperately, finally reacted after seeing this scene and realized that he was the one who stood out and became a pawn of the people hiding in the dark to attract firepower.

Salson's mind was working rapidly. From all the situations just now, plus the fact that there were three forces surrounding his entire theater, what on earth did such a small theater do to attract so many powerful people?

Inside the theater, Chu Mo looked at the situation outside with a serious expression. He did not expect that the three forces would come together and attack him at the same time.

Especially when he heard that familiar voice, Chu Mo felt mixed emotions. The illusion master who teased him turned out to be his enemy. How did he come to have hatred with them?

Chen Gong said from the side: "My lord, Sun Anzheng is here. He is targeting our subordinates. The powerful illusionist must be the helper he invited. He knows your hidden identity and is afraid of Lord Ghost Shadow, so he did not make things difficult for you."

"At the same time, through the hands of the illusionist, a message was also conveyed: he does not want to be your enemy, and his target this time is only his subordinates."