C777 Get out, get down, come!

Corpse Carrying Taoist only wanted to risk his life to buy some time for Zhang Dongcheng to escape.

"Wait a minute!" Zhang Dongcheng suddenly said, he was still as calm as water, extremely calm.

"Boss, is there anything else?" Corpse Carrying Taoist turned his head, his face full of question marks.

"Since you called me Boss, then Boss will naturally go first if there's anything. Boss, I'll cover for you!" Zhang Dongcheng patted Corpse Carrying Taoist's shoulder, but with both hands behind his back, he casually walked forward.

In front of the kneeling Scarlet Gold Demon Clan's martial practitioners and a large group of shivering human sect masters, Zhang Dongcheng smiled faintly, stood proudly, and slowly moved forward.

He was so rampant, yet so arrogant!

What the hell?

Everyone's eyes were fixated on Zhang Dongcheng's body like searchlights. No one dared to believe that Zhang Dongcheng would dare to take the initiative to walk up to a True Lord Ziming at the level of nine star golden pellets!

This Zhang Dongcheng, he really doesn't want to live anymore!

"This kid is dead for sure. Even if the gods come, they won't be able to save him!"

"Sigh, have you been scared crazy by the True Lord Ziming?"

"Holy shit, a complete lunatic! The True Lord Ziming is at the 9-star Golden Core Realm, he's so much stronger than him!"

"One finger can crush him to death!"

The Scarlet Gold Lion Clan warriors could not help but whisper to each other, looking at Zhang Dongcheng as if he was a dead man.

"What? I told you to die, but you still have any objections?" The True Lord Ziming looked at Zhang Dongcheng coldly, his voice causing the air to tremble, causing everyone to tremble.

It was as if his words were spoken from high above, as if he were someone truly in control of life and death, someone who could not be doubted.

However, Zhang Dongcheng's face remained indifferent, a cold smile hung on his lips, and he slowly walked forward with his hands behind his back, not stopping for a single step.

Everyone looked at him blankly, watching as he walked towards a super expert who was two levels higher than them. Thirty thousand years ago, True Lord Ziming was already extremely infamous for his vicious steps, but now, he walked towards him with firm steps and overflowing killing intent.

"It's over, we're all going to die! This brat died first, and then we'll all die!" What should we do, what should we do!? "

A demon clan martial artist shouted in panic, causing everyone to be stunned!

Damn, he's still saying Zhang Dongcheng is going to die, if he dies, everyone will die as well!

Boss, you better die! Please beat this True Lord Ziming like you did us Goblin Generals!

Although they knew that this was just wishful thinking, it was still better than closing their eyes and waiting for death. Everyone had placed their hopes on Zhang Dongcheng, the God of Slaughter who had taken everyone's lives just now, had now become their savior.

"Come down!"

Zhang Dongcheng placed his hands behind his back and walked forward slowly until he was less than three kilometers from the "Kill" monument. However, he stopped and crooked his fingers at the True Lord Ziming who was seated on top of the tablet, as if he was greeting a dog.

"Hmm?" True Lord Ziming frowned, he snorted in displeasure, and fury ignited in his heart.

He was always an extremely crazy person, and was almost sickly. After being trapped in this Seven Deadly City for thirty thousand years, he had even gone insane to a certain extent.

"Hehe, looks like I haven't killed many people in thirty thousand years. My reputation is tarnished!" You actually dared to call me down! " True Lord Ziming's messy hair floated in the wind, his gaze was gloomy and his killing intent was firm.

The pressure was like a mountain crushing down. The temperature seemed to drop by zero degrees, causing everyone to tremble. The ground of the grand hall began to crack and crack. Countless spiderweb-like cracks spread out, causing the void to tremble! "Aoo …"

This cold voice, was as if a great dao had been crazily pressed down, causing Corpse Carrying Taoist and Ying Er who had the protection of divine lightning to no longer be able to persevere, and they knelt straight on the ground!

Everyone, regardless of whether they were willing or not, they had to make their knees go weak and they had to kneel!

The group of martial artists were all kneeling down, as if they were going to be pushed to the ground at any moment!

Just the voice had such power, such power!

If you don't lower your head, I will make you lower your head!

In this extreme pressure, there was a man who was covered in flames, towering like a mountain, towering like a crane among a flock of chickens!

"Come down!"

Zhang Dongcheng said indifferently: "Oh, right, I forgot to add one more word, and that is scram.

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These three short words scared everyone so much that their backs felt cold. All of their faces were ashen as they looked at Zhang Dongcheng.

told True Lord Ziming to scram! This was practically making True Lord Ziming explode in anger!

Outside the main hall, the dark sky was devoid of any sunlight. The main hall was deathly silent, as if it was a graveyard.

At this moment, everyone's gazes were gathered on that incomparably arrogant and unhurried youngster. They looked at him as lofty as a mountain, at him standing proudly in the air, and at him fearless. Even the True Lord Ziming was fearless.

It was just a mere Human Warriors, yet he was filled with boundless pride and arrogance. He had defeated the Scarlet Gold Goblin General in a single punch, and his might was peerless and unparalleled, but now, he still wanted this True Lord Ziming, who had the nickname of "not growing a single blade of grass thirty thousand years ago", to scram in front of everyone!

Amongst the people kneeling on the ground, Ying Er raised her head, looking at the Zhang Dongcheng who was slowly walking forward. His heart was filled with joy and worry.

As an ordinary person who couldn't cultivate martial artists, she had seen countless people bend their waists in front of a martial artist. She didn't even dare to resist when bullied, because martial artists had the power to collapse the world.

And among the warriors, the levels were strict. The huge difference between each realm was as natural as heaven and earth. No one had ever dared to challenge and accept defeat like Zhang Dongcheng, even if it was two great realms lower!

How many people knelt down before the power, how many were humiliated by experts but did not dare to make a sound, all of this did not belong to his young master, did not belong to Zhang Dongcheng!

This was a type of pride, a pride that transcended life and death. The shock that Zhang Dongcheng gave her was strong to the point that it made her blood boil.

Corpse Carrying Taoist's eyes were filled with shock as he stared blankly at the unrestrained and unrestrained figure and looked at him standing proudly in the middle of the hall.

"Hehehehehe, brat who doesn't know how high the sky and how deep the earth is, how should I deal with you?" On the gigantic stone tablet, the True Lord Ziming was laughing nonstop. The gaze he used to look at Zhang Dongcheng was filled with contempt, as if he was looking at a fellow who was about to die.

"Even if you have great talent and are unrivalled luck, so what?"

"My True Lord Ziming has killed countless heaven's pride experts. There are humans and demons. What's the difference between you?"

"Not to mention, the more arrogant you are, the more powerful your trump card is. Since you are the enemy, the stronger you are, the faster I have to kill you. You have completely stepped on the road to death!"