C670 If you want to sit, then sit on the dragon throne!

If you want to sit, then sit on the dragon throne!

"I said that this kid's sect is extremely weak, how could he join the Sky Breaking Conference? So it was just a coincidence! "No wonder. Hahaha, you guys, it's fine if someone else's strength is weak, but you guys didn't even let them step on their dog shit when they go out. Do you have any dog shit luck?" One of the Sect Leaders was laughing so hard that he was crying.

"Kid, what about Zhang Sha Shen? What, you don't accept it? If you don't accept it, you'll have to hold it back in front of me! " There was a sect master sitting on the ground with his legs crossed, pointing at Zhang Dongcheng and cursing him.

In an instant, wild laughter, contemptuous voices, and curses rang out incessantly.

Zhang Dongcheng's face was indifferent, as though all of these voices were just passing by. He stared at the Mountain Shifting Daoist, and a smile appeared on his face: "Senior, I respect you as a senior, so I'm asking, are you going to decide our order and our seating arrangements?"

When he said that, many sect masters could no longer sit still, and jumped up like they were licking a mountain man, staring at Zhang Dongcheng angrily and cursing him.

"Impudent, just a mere Seven Star Warlord, how can you speak to a senior expert like that?"

"I told you to just stand there, why are you spouting so much nonsense?"

"You don't know your place, and you still dare to question your seniors? What is senior's cultivation and what is your cultivation, senior can kill you with a single palm! "

In the face of all these berating, Zhang Dongcheng did not even care about it, he only stared at the Mountain Splitter and asked: "It's you, you decided to not sit? It's you, who decided to be high and low? "

The Daoist then raised his eyelids and said in a deep voice, "If Master Zhang is not satisfied, you can show me your power and let me see if you have a seat to sit on."

How could a mere Seven Star Warlord have any strength to speak of? The Daoist man laughed coldly in his heart, and his face was filled with courage. He showed the expression he had on his face when he had the ability.

"Hahahaha, it's strength again? It's true that the greatest sect gathering under the heavens will still depend on strength, but how can it be possible to assess one's strength without being able to prove it? " Zhang Dongcheng's face was calm, but he took a step forward!

With this step, even the space itself shattered as countless cracks suddenly appeared. Ka ka ka ka ka extended outwards as a terrifying and domineering might swept out, engulfing the entire world!

At this moment, the carefree person disappeared, leaving behind only the figure of the God King. His body was like that of a man from the Primordial Divine Mountains, standing erect with both hands behind her back. She no longer had the appearance of an ordinary person.

Just like a peerless sword, it was finally unsheathed and exposed its edge. Its eyes looked down upon the world, looking down upon all living things. A domineering aura suddenly exploded!

The ninety-eight sect masters, although they were all Nine Star War God s or even half-step Earth, were sent flying by this strong aura. They were thrown out miserably, and were sent flying hundreds of meters away from this tide of aura.

Everyone looked at Zhang Dongcheng with fear in their eyes, and the disdain in their eyes turned into fear, becoming disbelief. Feeling this incomparably powerful pressure, the color on their faces simultaneously changed!

Although the Mountain Shifting Daoist did not move, his eyes were still focused. He looked at Zhang Dongcheng in shock and stood there stiff.

With the strength of ninety-eight or higher Nine Star War God s and the strength of seven star sect masters, they were actually sent flying several hundred meters by Zhang Dongcheng, a mere Seven Star Warlord.

How the f * ck was this possible?

In these ten million years, he had never missed a ranking system. However, it was ruthlessly broken by a young and ordinary person in front of him. This caused him to be stupefied and unable to say a single word.

"High, low, high, and low. You're not the one to evaluate it. The seats are earned by yourself, not given by someone else!" Zhang Dongcheng was incredibly indifferent. Within his star-like eyes, two balls of blazing flames jumped about, as if they were about to burn the entire sky: "If you don't give me, I'll take it myself!"

His tone was indifferent, but it was so unquestionable!

If you don't give it to me, I'll take it myself!

Zhang Dongcheng looked at the ninety-eight horned dragon tree seats on the ground that were blown over, and with a casual wave of his hand, he brought out a huge and heavy tree stump.

What? He's about to make a move?

All of the sect heads involuntarily took a step back while the Mountain Shifting Founder clenched his fists. His entire body's aura exploded, as if he wanted to take on this attack.

But Zhang Dongcheng did not attack him, only his sword light was flying, he sheathed his sword back, and a seat fell suddenly!

With a rumble, the chair crashed to the ground, causing the ground to tremble. Countless cracks formed on the ground, and a web-like Kaka spread out.

Everyone was stunned, and when they looked again, they were left speechless and flabbergasted.

The seat of the horned dragon's wooden pillar had been hacked open by Zhang Dongcheng's sword light, yet like a ghost or god, it had hacked out a dragon throne!

This was a dragon wooden chair carved with gold!

The Emperor's Dragon Throne!

The Dragon Throne looked different from the usual kind of chair. It had a "circular" back seat, and on the four columns that supported it, there were shining golden dragons. The base does not use chair legs, chair support, but a width of about 2.5, the depth of more than one meter into the "Xumi seat."

It was entirely gold, and it appeared magnificent yet imposing.

And on this Dragon Throne, a myriad of flames suddenly rose up, circling around like dragons, exuding an extraordinary momentum!

Dragon Throne!

Taking a big step forward, Zhang Dongcheng sat on the dragon throne, the flames seemed to protect him, causing him to look down on everyone, as though he was the emperor of the world, in his eyes that looked at everyone, everyone was like ants that were born with a heroic spirit!

What the heck!

What the hell!

This Zhang Dongcheng, this brat, had made his seat into a dragon throne, then openly sat here.

This meant that he did not put anyone in his eyes. He was the Emperor, he was the Emperor. He was the Emperor who truly ruled over everything!

Arrogant, arrogant, arrogant. I had long heard that the Zhang Sha Shen was a madman, I never thought that he would actually be this arrogant!

All the sect masters were so angry that their noses were about to turn crooked!

"This chair is mine!" Zhang Dongcheng said indifferently, his tone was extremely cold.

The meaning behind his words was that he wanted to see who was qualified to sit on this seat if they were unwilling to accept the results!

All the sect masters were furious, but they hesitated on the inside.

The might that Zhang Dongcheng displayed just now had already greatly displayed his might. His strength was terrifyingly profound, causing the sect masters of the Nine Star War God to be greatly shocked.

No wonder his nickname was God of Slaughter. No wonder he killed Jing Chu and Jin Shaokang, the two half-step Earth Mirror Ranker. What was he going to do?

All of the sect heads froze in place. They wanted to go up, but did not dare to.