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Raindrops rustled down from the sky.

The rain forest near the port began to fill with fog.

Several figures, some with black light, some with blood light, suddenly passed through the sky of the rain forest, and finally stopped on the mountain next to the port.

From their position, they could overlook the entire port.

If there were other people here, they would definitely be frightened.

Because the pressure exuded by these four figures has reached the extreme.

And they seemed to be standing on the hillside, but their feet did not touch the ground.

What was even more surprising was that the rain falling from the sky separated above their heads.

The clothes of the four figures were not wet at all.

Four Martial Gods!

No one spoke, and three of the four people were shrouded in long black robes.

Only one person showed his face.

Ji Luo, a martial god from the Galasi family, was tricked by Lin Chen.

At this moment, Ji Luo's face was ashen and very ugly.

From time to time, he glanced at the port below, and from time to time, he looked back and glanced secretly at a certain figure among the three people next to him, his eyes filled with fear.

Soon, a small team came out of the port and quickly came to Shangxia.

He was a member of the Galasi family. He was the leader. He beat his chest and saluted, and said in a deep voice: "Except for the attendants of the blood clan, there are no others."

These words made Kilo's heart sink, and he asked: "Where is His Excellency Duke Gilliam?"

The subordinate shook his head and said: "Dead!"

"Leave only the bodies!"

Ji Luo was stunned: "This..."

Gilliam, that's not just any parallel import.

Although the formal strongman of the vampire duke is not as powerful as the Martial God in terms of absolute strength.

But in the case of transforming into the true form of a vampire, ordinary gods of war can't do anything to Gilliam.

After all, vampires have inherent advantages, whether it's speed, body, or ferocity.

But now, a vampire duke is dead.

Ji Luo's eyes moved rapidly, and his already ugly expression suddenly became like a mourning heir.

A cold snort made Ji Luo's body tremble slightly.

I saw a man in black robe, slowly raised his head and glanced at Ji Luo.

Under the black robe, there is an old face, with an exceptionally long and thin cheek, and a pair of eyes that seem to be able to penetrate everything.

The Galassi family is second only to Raiden Galassi, the second most powerful person at the helm.

Enzo Galassi.

"Kiro, the honor and face of the Galasi family cannot be insulted or lost."

Enzo Galasi snorted coldly: "Just wait until you go back and explain to Mr. Leiden."

Ji Luo had a temper and was quite arrogant, but at this moment, he gave up. He gritted his teeth and said, "That little Yanhuang bastard has a very weird body."

"He seemed to have the power of the Holy See, so I took action."

"Don't worry, Sir Enzo, I am fully responsible for this matter."

An old laugh came out at this time.

He didn't express any opinions, but in agreement, Jean Kilo, Enzo, and the last Martial God quickly turned their heads to look.

To say that the most powerful person among the four powerful men at the scene had to be the owner of this laughter.

Enzo frowned and asked humbly: "Senior, I wonder what your opinion is?"

Senior, this is a title that only appears in Eastern culture.

But at this moment, Enzo, a Westerner, spoke extremely smoothly.

Just because I want to watch people prepare food.

The man next to him was not only an Easterner, but also an Eastern power comparable to Raiden's level.

The gray robe was slowly pulled down.

Revealing a deep and old face.

Compared with Enzo's old age, this oriental face is more vicissitudes of life, has depth, and has a hint of weirdness.

"With that little kid, plus a Martial God Assassin from the Dragon Fang Organization, it's not difficult to kill a high-level vampire from the Vampire Clan."

This person is not someone else, but...

The master of Yinglong, the master of Yanhuang Kingdom, is Yinlong.

Today, there are terrifying figures all over the world.

The last person next to him also pulled off his bloody cloak.

It was a man with long blood-colored hair, blood-colored pupils, and fingernails.

He looks to be in his twenties and very handsome.

But this is not an ordinary figure, but Smith, a powerful king-level man of the blood race!

At this moment, Smith's eyes were cold and he said in a cold voice: "Yinlong, you saying such sarcastic words will not help anything."

"Don't forget, it's you who came to us to cooperate, not us asking for anything from you."

"Now, another duke of my blood clan has died."

"You don't care about sympathy, but you still insult me ​​like this."

"Do you really think that we, the holy race, have no temper?"

Yinlong, this old man, smiled faintly, seemed to be a little disdainful, and glanced at Smith.

"Smith, you and I are both people who have lived for a hundred years."

"No, you seem to live much longer than me."

"You are over five hundred years old now, right? Among the vampire kings, you are considered to be in the upper middle age range."

"Since you have lived for so long, you must have some understanding of a bad old man like me, right?"

This meaningless sentence made Smith's pupils shrink slightly, and he lowered his head and said, "Humph, of course Smith knows a lot about you, Your Excellency."

"But the vampire's supreme status cannot be insulted."

Master Yinlong waved his hand, as if to get away.

"Don't tell me about the supremacy of the blood clan. I am not a high-level blood prince who has never actually killed you."

"I said that the dead vampire duke was just a beast, and he was a beast."

"Smith, don't think too much about it. Because in my eyes, you are no higher than a beast."

Smith's eyes were filled with red blood, almost gushing out.

As the King of the Vampire Clan, he is an absolute high-ranking member of the Vampire Clan, and cannot be compared to the likes of Karasin or Gilliam.

His pride and strength meant that he would never tolerate hearing an insult.

But just for a moment, Smith restrained himself.

Although he still looked ugly and had a handsome face, he still chose not to continue to fight against the hidden dragon.

Because Smith doesn't dare!

After Master Yinlong said what he just said, he turned his head and looked at the port below.

He didn't care at all about the series of changes in Smith's expression, and didn't want to take another look.

"Xie Yue Castle, I will start the layout!"

"Right now, it's a circle again, but twice, two vampire dukes died, but I couldn't get any satisfactory results."

"Don't count on Lin Baitian, you losers will definitely not be able to do anything to him."

"But that little guy Lin Chen, I thought I could at least catch him."