I am a living immortal.

“Hoarse waves!!”

A deep, dull sound like the collision of rapids emanated from the center of the vortex, and the surrounding air became thicker. The middle-aged sorcerer recovered from his shock.

He immediately began to cast his spell.

Through the frantic alarm of his spiritual sense, he realized that Chen Tao's real intention was not to attack those eleven people, but himself. Without time to think, golden light flashed on his body, and his magic power condensed in front of him to form a close-fitting barrier.

He retreated while making hand gestures.

However, his actions were ultimately too late. Just in the moment of surprise, Chen Tao had already arrived in front of him. His hand knife, carrying the flowing air, stabbed him fiercely. Now he understood why it was called a vortex, but it was called a huge wave.

Because this is a killer move hidden beneath the vortex.

When this move was performed, the middle-aged magician felt a dull and suffocating feeling coming towards him, and this feeling made him subconsciously hold his breath.

The magicians are best at various strange magics, and they are called lower gods. However, they are not gods after all, but mortals. The magicians can use magical means to play with a martial arts master.

But he didn't dare let the martial arts master get close to him.

Because the methods they were proud of were not worth mentioning in front of these reckless men. Just like now, the moment Chen Tao's hand knife touched the golden light, there was a sound of metal clashing.

However, the next moment, the golden light was pierced through effortlessly like a piece of paper. The golden light shattered into pieces, and a huge pain came from the abdomen.

The middle-aged warlock felt as if two forces were colliding with each other in his body, and the tearing sensation of his body being pulled to both sides lingered.

Of course, the sorcerers knew their weaknesses, so how could they not be prepared? Like the death-substitution technique he had used before, like the brocade robe he was wearing, which was woven from gold threads.

This special brocade robe cost him a lot of money. It is impervious to water and fire, and can even defend against ordinary sword attacks.

However, Chen Tao's move could not be defended by a piece of brocade clothes.

The magic power continued to consume the huge force that Chen Tao had gathered.

But it's just a drop in the bucket.

With a muffled thud, the middle-aged warlock spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with visceral debris. All his methods could only prevent him from being beaten to a pulp.

His internal organs were shattered, and the excruciating pain throughout his body left him in a trance. He didn't understand why he was the primary target. Chen Tao's methods could only temporarily trap the Deadpools, but couldn't harm them at all.

But why?

Suddenly, a light bulb went off in his chaotic mind, and the middle-aged warlock suddenly opened his bloodshot eyes and looked at the tall figure in front of him, wanting to say something.

Of course, Chen Tao couldn't do as the other party wished.

Under the other's horrified gaze, he landed a punch. With a crack, the middle-aged warlock's neck was shattered. Sticky blood dripped from his hand. He stood up and looked at the eleven people who had broken free.

Without this annoying troublemaker, he can finally show his talents.

As for why kill this warlock first?

It was simple, because he could see that although these assassins were all killing machines, they obeyed the orders of the middle-aged sorcerer. The middle-aged sorcerer was also a man of clear thinking. If the other party saw that the situation was not good and ordered a retreat in the middle of the fight, these killing machines would probably obey.

At that time, it would not be possible to make a big deal out of the matter, and Chen Tao would also feel very uncomfortable.

Therefore, this warlock must die. And the order to kill him was just right. He would not stop until he killed him or killed all the other warlords.

I also have to thank King Cheng, who was afraid of being betrayed, for training these Deadpools into what they are now, saving me the trouble of guiding them and allowing me to devote myself to this battle.

Chen Tao looked at the eleven people with burning eyes.

These eleven people were truly extraordinary; just standing there made his whole body tremble.

In an instant, both sides moved.

When Chen Tao's palm hit one of the assassins, the hard feeling was like hitting a piece of steel. The rumors were indeed true.

The opponent's attack also came towards him like a storm.

The solid walls around them shattered like paper during the fight.

The masters brought by Chen Tao were on full alert.

"boom!!!"

At this moment, there was a huge shaking and tremor from the ground, which made several people subconsciously take a few steps back.

Then they saw several figures being smashed through the wall and sent flying backwards. The original Zhuangzi seemed to have suffered unimaginable damage, collapsing under the weight with a loud roar.

Rubble flew everywhere and smoke and dust rose.

The figures that had been flung flying rolled in gullies on the ground before rising to their feet. Their clothes were shredded, but their bodies bore no wounds. Though battered, they were in surprisingly good condition. Their faces, two-meter-tall bodies, were covered in horrific scars, and chitinous shells grew on their limbs.

The face also doesn't look like a human at all, but rather like a humanoid monster.

Before the smoke cleared,

The eleven figures stepped hard, creating cracks on the ground, and then rushed towards Chen Tao again.

In a matter of seconds, the rising dust was ripped apart. Chen Tao faced the attacks from all directions with ease and grace. His hands and fists clashed constantly, each punch carrying a tremendous force, each palm strike leaving a hollow sound.

These twelve figures were so fast that they were completely invisible. In front of them, it was like a storm that kept crashing and crashing, and everything around them was becoming shattered.

Everyone retreated again and again.

Meanwhile, the Shenzi Merchants were also busy. While purchasing grain, they spread rumors that a monster had appeared in King Cheng's farm. They had killed those close to King Cheng and even engaged in a fight with their own merchant manager.

The situation is almost out of control.

No one believed it at first, but soon the news was confirmed. These monsters who came from nowhere clearly wanted to kill the shopkeeper.

They fought and demolished things along the way, causing quite a commotion.

Rumors spread like wildfire, reaching a point where everyone was feeling threatened. The battle was on the verge of getting out of control, with several streets torn apart and people injured.

Outnumbered by nine, the shopkeeper was in a state of disarray, looking as if he was barely surviving. Although he had killed two monsters, the remaining ones were still chasing him closely.

The fleeing crowds created a sense of danger for everyone, a sentiment that spread quickly and efficiently.

When these goals were achieved, Chen Tao's battle reached a new level. If the previous one was a metaphor, now it was like a storm entering the country.