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: Irreconcilable "Isn't that person Huang Tianyun, the King of Bad Luck?"

Soon, someone recognized Huang Tianyun who was surrounded by white-robed men, and they immediately exclaimed.

This guy really showed his face in the imperial capital a few months ago. No one could have imagined that Huang Tianyun, a bad gambler, could actually practice heaven-level eye skills, and his progress was so enviable.*

.*

In less than a month, he had already won back all the belongings he had lost before, and probably made a fortune. This made people have to sigh, Master Xiangshi, really will not be short of money.

At the same time, it also makes people jealous of his good luck and talent!

"Hey, who is that person?"

However, when they looked at Feng Hao, their eyes showed doubts.

Because Feng Hao changed his appearance at that time, no one had seen Feng Hao's original appearance at that time.

At this time, when they saw Huang Tianyun appearing next to Feng Hao, they were naturally confused.

"That person...could he be Master Xueyu?"

Although Feng Hao's appearance changed at that time, his height remained the same. Looking at his back, it made people suspicious.

After all, the art of changing one's appearance is nothing unusual.

"Why did Master Xueyu burn the plaque of the Temple of Light?"

Some people were confused, but some smarter people flew towards the distance to report the news to the envoys from the ten major empires.

If this young man is really Master Xueyu, then this is a great achievement!

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“Do you know the consequences of blaspheming God?!”

Listening to the discussion in the distance, the old man in white frowned slightly and suppressed the anger in his heart. His eyes were bright and dazzling, and every word was like thunder, shocking people's hearts.

"oh."

Feng Hao's mouth curved slightly in an evil arc, and he said jokingly, "Does this mean that I am a dark cultist, an inhumane demon?"

Hearing what he said and looking at the gloomy dripping face of the old man in white, people in the distance felt a touch of joy in their hearts.

This Temple of Light, with the slogan of saving the world, has indeed given some minor benefits to many ordinary people. However, everyone knows that this guy is very sinister. As long as you mess with him, he will give you some small benefits.

You wear the hat of a dark cultist, and then kill you openly and openly, and then you have to promote your greatness and fraternity afterwards, which is really chilling.

Therefore, when they see people from the Temple of Light suffering a loss, they feel very happy and want to laugh and celebrate.

"God is merciful. I will give you a chance to repent before God..."

The eyes of the old man in white trembled, and a faint white glow emanated from his body. His voice carried a soul-destroying power, echoing in everyone's ears over and over again. The eyes of those nearby were a little confused.

"I don't need this opportunity, I'll leave it to you for your own use!"

Feng Hao was running the Zhan Tian Jue, and the fighting spirit as if it were real rushed out, with sharp edges, crushing everything, without being affected at all, but in his heart, he felt more and more disgusted with the people of this Bright Temple.

So hypocritical!

"So, you are determined to fall into the arms of the devil?"

The eyes of the old man in white were focused. Although his words were very plain, the threat was extremely obvious and made people's hearts tremble.

The Temple of Light is definitely a behemoth. No one knows his origins. However, his strength is definitely more than any of the ten empires. There is absolutely no way to fight against it as an individual or a family!

Unless, it is those forces that are detached from the world...

In this world, if empires don't join forces, they can't compete with him, so they can be unscrupulous!

"Devil, hehe..."

Huang Tianyun, who was hiding behind Feng Hao, had a flash of light in his eyes and laughed out loud.

"In the eyes of your Light Temple, aren't most of those who oppose you just dark believers who have fallen into the arms of the devil?"

Feng Hao remained unmoved by his threat and raised a mocking arc at the corner of his mouth.

"Okay! Haha!..."

This sentence simply touched everyone's heart. Some people standing in the distance even shouted applause, which made the old man in white look even darker.

"Damn heretic, come with me to confess before God!"

The old man in white's eyes flashed with fierceness, and he shouted softly, "Guards of God, take down this dark cultist!"

"Hate!..."

Suddenly, dozens of men in white robes around them drew their long swords and approached Feng Hao with stern expressions. Their murderous aura spread throughout the place, making people feel chilling.

"Wow!... Someone is going to kill someone. Someone is going to kill someone in the imperial capital!..."

Seeing them approaching, Huang Tianyun danced and screamed. His appearance could be as exaggerated as it was, but he looked as timid as a mouse, making people in the distance boo.

But they don't understand why this young man with divine eyes insists on messing with the great thing called the Temple of Light? Isn't this looking for death?

"Qilin Arm!"

Feng Hao glanced at the bullying men in white robes around him, a flash of violence flashed in his eyes, and with a light drink, his right arm quickly expanded, and an arm covered with red scales was revealed.

In front of the person, under the sunlight, a strange red light flashes.

"Hey!"

Feng Hao grinned at the old man in white who was also a little stunned, and started to move, instead of retreating, he rushed forward directly into the white-robed man, raised his fist and smashed it, and suddenly the figures were flying and screams continued.

One by one, the men in white robes were thrown into the air, with blood spilled on them. Their noses were bruised and their faces were swollen, and they fell twitching in the distance, unable to get up.

Most of these were just white-robed men who were at the peak of the Martial King, or around the Martial King's level. How could they be Feng Hao's opponent? He was invincible with his fists. In less than half a moment, all these dozens of white-robed men were thrown away.

When they got out, everyone was moaning in pain in the distance, which made the old man in white's face completely darken.

"Damn dark cultists, how dare you resist!"

The old man in white lost his previous calmness, and the soft smile on his face disappeared. He glanced at the white-robed men lightly, and the white light all over his body was even worse. He stretched out his hand and dropped it towards Feng Haogai.

"snort!"

A flash of violence flashed in Feng Hao's eyes, he stamped his feet, straightened up, raised his unicorn arm and faced the big white hand.

"Boom!"

A loud bang resounded, deafening, a strong wind roared, sweeping around, and a figure was thrown out from the inside, fell in the distance, and took a dozen steps back before stopping.

"laugh!"

When he opened his mouth, Feng Hao spat out a mouthful of blood, and his face turned a little pale.
Chapter completed!