"It's only been a day, how could this happen?"

"Where is He Chen?"

"Let He Chen answer the phone?"

"I want to know, what exactly happened?"

The King of Fighters' face was gloomy and he said anxiously.

"He Chen?"

"You mean Grandmaster He Chen?"

"I didn't see him?" Zhang Jiuling replied.

"Where are the others on the scene?"

"First find someone on site and ask for the situation."

"Why did this good title feast look like this?" The King of Fighters urged anxiously again.

Zhang Jiuling was silent for a moment, and then said, "The King of Fighters, now... I'm afraid there is no one at the scene."

"Even the island in the middle of the lake where the title feast was held is gone."

What?

Hearing this, King of Fighters Mo Gucheng could no longer be calm.

He stared at his eyes and his pupils shrank.

A pair of old eyes, but they were staring huge!

"You...you mean, everyone, were killed?"

Thinking of this, even the King of Fighters himself felt his whole body tremble and his spine became cold.

who?

Who is it?

Could it be that the Truman powerhouses are coming and will start a war with Yanxia?

At this time, the King of Fighters knew that the situation was serious.

He realized that this matter was no longer something he could decide by himself.

So, he immediately found the Sword Saint, Tang Hao and the others to inform them of the matter.

"What did you say?"

"Mr. Qingyun is dead?"

"Are you killed at the title feast?"

"This is serious?"

When the Sword Saint and Tang Hao heard this, their bodies trembled violently.

"It should be true."

"Jiangbei has sent me the live video information."

"You can take a look."

While speaking, King of Fighters Mo Gucheng projected a video and image onto the screen ahead.

In the video, first there are huge ruins of the Lujia Manor.

Then, there was the bloody water of West Lake. You could still see the floating flesh and blood on it.

Of course, there is also the body of Lu Songliang, who was unwilling and frightened.

Silence ~

A long silence.

In the hall, the elegant bird is silent.

Only the slightly heavy breathing sound of the Sword Saint and others echoed.

It took a long time before the Sword Saint broke the silence here.

"Do you think it's Truman's people?" The sword saint said in a deep voice with his eyebrows and eyes fixed.

In the words, there was anger suppressed.

Bang ~

At this time, a roar was heard.

The King of Fighters slapped the table and the tables and chairs in front of him were shattered.

"Not Truman, who else can it be?"

"Looking at the world, only Truman dares to be so arrogant. In my Yanxia Shenzhou, kill the strong men of our countries and slaughter my titled Grandmaster!"

"Is it unbearable?"

"This matter must not be stopped. Truman's blood debt must be paid for it!"

The King of Fighters was extremely angry, and his low anger exploded like thunder.

Tang Hao, who was beside him, undoubtedly suddenly clenched his palms.

In the eyes of the eyebrows, the war is in high spirits!

Obviously, Truman's actions have seriously touched their bottom line.

Even Tang Hao, who has always been taciturn, was already angry.

"good."

"Since that's the case, I will issue the order of the God of War and summon the seven pillars of the kingdoms to gather together."

"Gather my power from the summer to seek justice from Truman!"

The Sword Saint also made up his mind.

However, just as they had just discussed the result.

Under Yanshan Mountain, a luxury car drove up like crazy.

After arriving outside the Temple of War God, the car door opened immediately, and Lu Hua and his son knelt directly outside the temple, begging each other sadly.

"Ye Fan is cruel and kills his compatriots."

"Please ask the Temple of War to uphold justice for my Jiangbei Lu family~"

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Chapter completed!