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Eighth Master!

Villa Master Eighth Master of the Misty Mountain Villa!

Eighth Master did not bring too many people with him. There was only the Beast Fighting Field manager, the Master Ba, following behind him in a wretched manner. A centipede-like scar on his face looked extremely sinister in the dark of the night.

Eighth Master walked very calmly, as if he was taking a walk inside the Beast Fighting Field. He did not look at Situ Yingxiong, nor did he look at Liu Family Elder or Mistress Jing. She then looked at Xiao Lang who had lost a lot of blood, his body trembling even more, but was still stubborn enough to not fall.

His eyes were filled with admiration, not concealing his purpose in coming.

He wanted to protect Xiao Lang!

In fact, many of the people there had already recognized that Xiao Lang was the golden warrior Lone Wolf! Those who had gone to the Beast Fighting Field also understood that Xiao Lang was very liked by the Eighth Master.

But they never thought that the Eighth Master would actually go all out against the Situ Family for him, and fight them head on! The only thing that made people curious was why did the Eighth Master not move in the afternoon, and only appeared when Xiao Lang was on the verge of death.

Situ Yingxiong's face was extremely ugly, even worse than when Xiao Lang killed Situ Zhan Huo. It was not because he was angry because Eighth Master wanted to protect Xiao Lang, but because Eighth Master walked in big strides from the bottom of the mountain, but didn't even look at him.

He felt the humiliation of being looked down upon!

Although his brother Situ Xiaoxiong said not to mess with this Eighth Master. But Situ Yingxiong did not believe that Situ Family could not afford to offend such a fierce dragon!

"Eighth Master, what do you mean by that?"

Suppressing his anger, Situ Yingxiong coldly spoke up. His eyes flickered with a sense of anger which could be felt by everyone due to the fact that his Situ Family had not been stepped on.

Eighth Master stood dozens of meters in front of Situ Yingxiong before he stopped in his tracks. He shot a glance, raised his head and drank a mouthful of wine. "You can go now!"

"Hua!"

The crowd was in an uproar, countless Warrior were staring at the man in purple robes. The rumors were not wrong, the Eighth Master of Misty Mountain Villa is the number one berserker of Medicine King City. Look at this aura, this overbearing tone …

Xiao Lang had basically crippled Situ Zhantian today and had killed both of them in front of so many people. Even when the Madame Ya offered such a price, Situ Yingxiong did not slow down. The Eighth Master made this matter up with just a few casual words?

When did his Situ Family become a soft persimmon that anyone could pinch?

Many Warrior s quietly stepped back, however their eyes were blazing with fire. To be able to witness the showdown between Misty Mountain Villa and flames, it seemed like today's show was not in vain!

Of course, Situ Family wasn't some soft persimmon. Among the Warrior, the weakest was at Situ Zhan Huo's level, there were more than ten of them at the fifth level, and a total of six were at the peak of the Battle-Commander Realm. As for Situ Yingxiong, he was even at the early sixth level of War Sovereign Stage!

Such a strong battle force was enough to easily wipe out any one of the small families within the Medicine King City. The Situ Family Master, Situ Xiaoxiong, was even the strongest in Medicine King City. Situ Family's temper had never been so good in the past, and from today's matter, it could be seen how much importance Situ Family placed on the face of the clan!

So the moment Eighth Master's words fell, countless Situ Family Warrior s went into a rage as they stared at him with burning fury in their eyes. They were waiting for Situ Yingxiong's order to hack him into eight pieces!

Situ Yingxiong was even more furious, but due to his fear of the Eighth Master's fame, he did not act on impulse. He took a deep breath and said in a low voice: "Eighth Master, I have always respected your character, today's matter has nothing to do with you.

"Ha ha!"

Eighth Master raised his head and laughed, his laughter resonating through the Broken Head Ridge. He playfully swept his gaze across the Warrior s of the Situ Family, and only after his expression darkened a bit more did he say in an incomparably overbearing manner: "Eighth Master doesn't need your respect, is it hard to get along with? Then there was no need to contact each other anymore! "Let me ask you one last time, are you guys going to scram or not?"

As the last three words of Eighth Master came out of his mouth, a strong aura suddenly rose from his body. This tall man who liked wearing big cloaks became incomparably terrifying at this moment, causing even the Madame Ya not too far away to feel suffocated.

The silver-haired old woman stealthily led the Madame Ya back, a complicated look on her face. On one hand, he hoped to see Situ Family that was a little stronger than Liu Family suffer a setback. On the other hand, Liu Family and Situ Family were the three great families of Medicine King City. As the local tyrant was suppressed by Jiang Long, they felt very ashamed.

Madame Ya didn't care about all this as her pale face revealed a hint of joy. Her autumn eyes were locked onto Xiao Lang, and as she looked at the stubborn youth who refused to fall, her face revealed a hint of heartache.

"Situ War Bandit, kill Xiao Lang, and form a formation to protect the rest of us. I would like to see if Eighth Master is as powerful as the rumors say you are!"

Situ Yingxiong bellowed, giving him his answer.

The thirty odd Warrior s immediately flashed, the Profound Qi circled around their bodies and stood behind Situ Yingxiong, forming a strange triangular formation. All of them had Xuan Artifact halos shining from their eyes, ready to fight against the one of the five strongest Medicine King City warriors in the Sound Transmitting.

"Profound Qi Armor Transformation!"

Situ Yingxiong's body shook, and a pale green Profound Qi quickly flowed out from his body. Like green mercury, it formed a strange set of armor on the surface of his body, covering even his head, and leaving behind a pair of eyes with fighting spirit.

The level five warlord Profound Qi could be released, killing people through the air, and the level six War Sovereign was even more powerful. If the Profound Qi was not used up and the armor was not broken, he would not die!

"Xiao Lang, die!"

A human figure jumped up high from the crowd, with fiery red Profound Qi in his hand, his aura was like a tiger's, his gaze like lightning, his hand striking down heavily onto Xiao Lang's head.

Situ Zhan Xiong, middle level warlord.

To a mid-level warlord, killing a warlord is equivalent to crushing an ant to death, not to mention that the ant is seriously injured!

With the War Sovereign Stage in front of him and dozens of people supporting him, and the Situ War Bandit following him, how could the Eighth Master protect Xiao Lang?

The Eighth Master used his actions to tell everyone!

With a wave of his hand, Eighth Master threw the wine jar in his hand to Master Ba who was beside him. After that, the cloak on his body fluttered without wind, fluttering in the night sky. His body also charged forward like a Manic Lion, his speed was so fast, and the air waves were so powerful that it was shocking. He ran at high speed, causing a gust of wind to blow, causing the clothes of the surrounding people on the Broken Head Ridge to flutter.

"Soul Possession!" The Manic Lion roared! "

With a heaven-shaking, earth-shattering roar, a black light suddenly flashed behind Eighth Master's body, and instantly formed the image of a ten meter tall Profound Lion.

With a loud roar, the world shook and the winds changed!

The bodies of all the Warrior in the audience shook as if they were seeing stars and losing their hearing. In the air, the eagle-like Situ Zhan bandits were directly knocked down. Madame Ya's body went soft again, if not for Elder Liu, he would have already collapsed to the ground.

Countless people were terrified, looking around in confusion, not understanding what the monster phantom was. Only one person in the crowd was completely awake. The silver-haired old woman looked at the black lion silhouette high up in the sky in shock and cried out, "Divine Soul Warrior, high-grade earth-step divine soul! And it's still a high level War Sovereign, Situ Yingxiong is finished! "

In just an instant, the situation had changed. The Eighth Master was like a prehistoric monster as he rushed forward, the Profound Qi revolving around his body, he punched out with his iron fist, releasing a gigantic golden Profound Qi fist image, whizzing out, directly smashing onto Situ Yingxiong who was at the front.

Situ Yingxiong seemed to be scared silly by the monster phantom's roar and did not dodge. The golden fist image that was formed by the Profound Qi collided with Situ Yingxiong's Profound Qi armor and exploded into a blinding light as well as a burst of biting cold energy. Situ Yingxiong was like a rubber ball as he flew backwards. The energy brought about the dust and dirt in the surroundings, covering the sky and surrounding the rushing Eighth Master, as well as the Situ Family and the dozens of Warrior, all rushing in.

"Ah, ah!"

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Miserable screams rang out as one figure after another was sent flying. Only a purple figure was left, rushing forward with unstoppable momentum.

As the dust settled, the phantom of the monster in the sky faded. The scene on the stage caused all the surrounding Warrior to be alarmed!

Over thirty Situ Family experts all fell to the ground, spitting out blood. The only person who stood there was a man wearing a cloak that made him look like a demonic god.

At some point in time, his powerful big hand had already grabbed Situ Yingxiong's neck and lifted him up in the air to stare at him, his eyes filled with ice-cold, bone-piercing killing intent.

"High ranking War Sovereign, high-grade earth-step divine soul …"

Situ Yingxiong bitterly spat out a few words. The armor made from Profound Qi had been shattered by Eighth Master's punch, and who knew how many bones had been broken in his body. He knew that he had lost, and all he had lost was the floor!

It was true that he was an early stage War Sovereign, and it was also true that six peak level warlords had come from the Situ Family. However, Eighth Master only had the strength of a high-level War Sovereign to sweep across everything, not to mention that he was also a Divine Soul Warrior who possessed a terrifying Divine Soul Combat Arts!

Divine Soul Combat Arts, Manic Lion roared!

This roar was able to suppress their strength by a third in a short period of time. As their reactions slowed, how could they be a match for it?

It wasn't that they weren't strong enough, but that the dragon that crossed the river was too savage!

"Go back and tell Situ Xiaoxiong that I will go to the Situ Family and give him an explanation half a month later! "Scram!"

Eighth Master threw Situ Yingxiong a few meters away with a wave of his arm. The distant Master Ba immediately smiled obsequiously, ran over with small steps and handed the wine jar to Eighth Master. After that, he carried Xiao Lang who was knocked out by the Manic Lion and quickly took out the Longsword s from his body. With his hands swift to stop the bleeding, he took out a Pill and threw it into his mouth to treat his injuries.

Situ Yingxiong's gloomy face was quickly brought away by his subordinates, the surrounding Warrior did not dare to look anymore, and immediately turned into a bird shape and left, spreading the shocking battle to all of Medicine King City.

Madame Ya looked at the pale-faced Xiao Lang, and was led away by the silver-haired old lady. The originally bustling Broken Head Ridge was left with only three people.

Eighth Master did not descend the mountain, nor did he signal for Master Ba to carry Xiao Lang back. He stood quietly and drank, his purple cape slightly swaying in the night wind.

"Zhizhi!"

Not long after, a light noise came from the small forest to the right of Broken Head Ridge. Master Ba looked over in alarm and alert, but he remained unmoved.

Two people walked out of the forest. One of them was a man who was a bit more muscular than the Eighth Lord, but he had a young, silly smile on his face. The other was a beautiful woman who sat on a wheelchair.

Looking at the unconscious Xiao Lang, the man with a silly smile on his face revealed a sinister expression that resembled that of a ferocious beast. The beautiful woman on the wheelchair immediately waved her hand and said gently: "Xiao Dao, Langer is fine!"

The malevolence on Xiao Dao's face immediately faded away and his foolish expression returned to that of an idiot. However, the worry in his eyes was still evident.

The Master Ba looked at the two strangely, then he suddenly turned his head and was surprised to see that the Eighth Master had actually placed the wine jar on the ground, and quickly walked towards the two.

A meter in front of the woman, he suddenly shook his cloak and knelt on one knee. With a face full of respect, he said with a hint of excitement: "Xiao Ba pays his respects to Miss Qingyi!"