On the island, everyone is fishing, and I am the only one who has obtained the epic talent

It was a grand scene, a truly grand scene. The Blood Beast Ancestor could guarantee it with other people's lives, wealth and even everything. He had never seen such a close-range and direct battle.

Both sides consisted of four powerful demigods, and they all burst out with undisguised murderous intent, clearly determined to fight to the death.

Is it appropriate if there is no blood?

What is also worth noting is the value of this divination lineage. Although I knew that this old guy had a profound foundation as early as when I participated in protecting Bu Linglong, but isn’t it a bit unbelievable that there are three demigods in one family?

This is not the end. Not only did he make his attitude clear in public, but now he acts as if he values ​​Mu Yu very much and wants to win him over. I have to say, this old man is very bad and he is so damn good at judging people!

"Oh!? From what you say, you're not going to let this go?"

Most of the top warriors in the entire Tiannu Sea had arrived at this time. The Ji lineage of the Yaochi Alliance looked at the tense atmosphere among the crowd with surprisingly cold expressions.

Three first-level and one second-level, the strength of both sides is almost the same. If they really fight, both sides will suffer losses. The variables at best are the strong men like Mu Yu who are about the strength of "pseudo-gods".

But they retreated in disgrace without any gain, which was unacceptable to the Yao Chi Alliance and the Qinglian Alliance.

After all, Li Qingci was really dead, but the murderer Mu Yu was still standing there acting as if nothing had happened. This... was just too much to swallow.

"There have to be some rules, right?"

Li Huo looked at his brother Li Qing, who was constantly suppressing his anger, and a hint of indignation also appeared on his rough face:

"We don't want the rewards or props from the Pseudo-God Heavenly Palace, but the murderer must stay with me!"

"When did you become so humorous that you even learned to tell jokes to an old man like me."

The fortune teller stretched out his hand and stroked his beard cheerfully:

"I'm putting it this way, it's time to get out, it's time to go back. Anyway, it's wishful thinking for anyone who wants to touch my side today."

"So, you really don't intend to follow any rules at all?"

Li Huo and Li Qing were frustrated, their faces flushed visibly. They followed the steps of the Yao Chi Alliance and took two steps forward, speaking in a gloomy voice.

"Rules? Excuse me, my rules are the rules!"

Without waiting for the powerful men from Wanjun League and Bu Gua lineage to speak, Mu Yu looked at the two heroes of Qinglian League who were like jumping clowns, and could no longer suppress his contempt in his heart.

He pulled over the Blood Beast Ancestor who was about to speak to dissuade him, and directly used a friendly international greeting gesture and whispered softly:

"A pig with an onion in its nose pretends to be an elephant.

Why are you two first-level demigod rubbish pretending to be so high and mighty? "

Mu Yu started talking trash without leaving any room for negotiation. His whole aura was burning. The blessing from the Dragon Body and the Arrogant Sub-God made him in the best condition ever.

He took advantage of the other party's surprise and calmly put the chessboard that the old monster Ku Rong had given him into the brocade bag, and then stuffed it all into the fortune-teller's hands.

When the latter sensed the aura emanating from the brocade bag, his expression immediately trembled. As Mu Yu spoke, he stepped forward unwillingly and lay down with an expression of being ready to die.

Good, good, the old man’s calculations turned out to be correct. This deal of connecting with this kid through the auction was a great deal.

Before one wave subsided, another wave arose. Mu Yu's right hand transformed into five-colored thunder and gestured to Yang Yongxin:

“Not much to say, those who understand will understand.

We are an unbreakable alliance, right?"

Yang Yongxin made a blatant statement. He glanced at the Thunder Shadow, then at Mu Yu, who was about to teach him the Five Heavens Divine Thunder technique. He gritted his teeth, made his position clear, and stepped forward.

"Let's do it, brothers!"

The top combat forces formed a united front with consistent goals, and this momentum that could subtly crush the Yaochi Alliance and the Qinglian Alliance was formed in an instant under Mu Yu's mobilization.

The other party's expression changed slightly. It was obvious that he was not restrained by the old hands like the Raikage, but was shocked by the super-level strength that Mu Yu exuded...

The peak of the first level of epic reached the pseudo-god level. Who said that there was something strange about Li Qingci's death?

This strength is so right!

The power comparison in the field changed rapidly. Considering that Bu Linglong and the Blood Beast Ancestor also had twelfth-level combat power, Ji Ruxue winked at the two Miejue Masters of the Yaochi League, wanting to withdraw from this mess.

"Alliance leader..."

The whole audience was in an uproar. Even the strong men who had witnessed Mu Yu crushing Li Qingci and Eight-Handed Guanyin before were all envious and jealous.

“Either we fight to the death, and you fish die, but our net remains unbroken;

Or just let us go and everyone will be happy.

Anyway, the important thing is to go back and hold a funeral for that unfortunate guy. What's the point of standing here and stalemating with us?"

Realizing that many powerful people behind him intended to leave the initiative to him, Mu Yu was not at all shy about this aspect, and his words were full of prestige and threats.

Judging from the scene and content of this conversation alone, I am afraid that people who are not in the know will not be able to tell who is at the epic level and who is at the demigod level for a while.

Just think about it, a scene where a first-level epic threatens a first-level demigod. In any sea, wouldn't the chat room explode with excitement?

Although it seemed like he was being brainless, Mu Yu was actually observing the expressions of the powerful people around him and the fluctuations in the surrounding space very carefully while he was casually saying these provocative words.

There is no doubt that the alliance between the fortune-teller's lineage and the Wanjun Alliance has clearly shown an attitude of "fighting to the end" this time.

Based on the endgame chessboard he had just provided, he guessed that they were planning to ambush the Yao Chi Alliance. Moreover, the powerful thunder wave that had just appeared behind him meant that if his guess was correct, the leader of the Wanjun Alliance might have also arrived.

Many versus few, strong versus weak, this open and covert confrontation was directly put before us with the help of the struggles of the younger generation.

Mu Yu's indulgent and frivolous behavior was at best just to follow their wishes and see if it would become a legitimate fuse.

It was a pity that although the two heroes of the Qinglian League were furious, they were not stupid. They looked at the hesitant Yaochi League, clenched their fists and had bloodshot eyes for a moment, and finally retreated unwillingly.

"Just wait, damn it! I'll remember you all, and sooner or later, I'll kill you all!"

Li Qing cursed inwardly with resentment, but he didn't say a word. After weighing the pros and cons, he finally chose to swallow his anger.

Seeing that they couldn't get anything out of it, the Yaochi League stopped asking for the spoils they had mentioned earlier. Instead, they snorted coldly and flew back to their nest in shame.

"You're lucky this time, but you might be lucky next time!"

"Walk slowly without sending."

After some twists and turns, at the entrance of the huge Pseudo-God Palace, Mu Yu, the fortune-teller and other alliance forces were left staring at each other above the many islands.

Everyone looked at him in the center of their sight, their movements in unison, as if they were looking at a monster.