Female President's Almighty King

Xiao Chen looked at the mask in the old fortune teller's hand and his face trembled.

Although it was not the first time we met, it was still difficult to calm down when we saw each other again.

This requires at least dozens of masks, each one as thin as a cicada's wings.

Looking at it this way, you can’t tell what it looks like.

But he had a feeling that if he took out one at random, it might be something special.

In other words, the old fortune teller may have dozens of terrifying identities~

Compared with the old fortune teller, his small achievements since his debut were suddenly not worth mentioning.

"Oh, this."

The old fortune teller found one, put it on his face, and became a completely different person.

"how?"

"Well, kind of like a half-breed."

Xiao Chen looked at it carefully and suppressed a smile.

"How could you get such a mixed-race mask?"

"Aren't you afraid that the Western gods will be against you? If I mix my blood, wouldn't they be less resistant?"

The old fortune teller explained.

"Being a Chinese person will definitely make them feel uncomfortable... I didn't want to start a big fight back then, so I took on this identity."

"Ok."

Xiao Chen nodded.

"No matter what, if you can make the entire West abide by the "Godly Covenant", it will be very awesome."

"It's not like the entire West. The stronger ones are even more powerful, and they don't come out for many years. So for them, this "God's Covenant" is the same whether they have it or not."

The old fortune teller put away his face and pointed in one direction.

"Come on, let's go there."

When the old fortune teller and his group stepped into the Ona Forest, a stream of spiritual consciousness immediately swept over them.

"That person back then..."

"I heard that he fought against Carlyle."

"Kyle was defeated, but this guy is still very powerful."

There are ancient gods whispering that they don't belong to Carlyle's camp, but everyone is in the same circle, and they will understand more or less.

"Someone will definitely not be able to help but take action. Not everyone was intimidated by him back then."

"Well, I heard that when someone showed up, he had already disappeared."

"..."

While they were discussing, the old fortune teller suddenly stopped.

I saw seven figures appearing in front of me.

The leader was a thin man, but filled with an aura of terror.

He was wearing a black robe and holding a death scythe in his hand.

"I've been looking for you for a long time."

When the leader spoke, his hoarse voice was as unpleasant as a knife scraping glass.

"and then?"

The old fortune teller looked at him and asked calmly.

"When you made the "Godly Covenant" and shocked the entire West, I was not here... I heard that you summoned the gods of the West to come to Ona Forest. Those who don't come will hide in the future and never show their faces again."

The leader's voice was even colder.

"I came today, not for the Ona Forest, but to take your life."

"On your side? Not yet."

The old fortune teller shook his head.

"I know you defeated Carlyle, but so what?"

The leader finished speaking, and the six people behind him fell in different directions.

The costumes of these six people are similar to those of the leader.

The only difference is that the leader is holding a golden death sickle.

And what they have in their hands is silver.

"I've heard of the Seven Gods of Death too."

The old fortune teller glanced at them and showed a mocking smile.

"I heard that in the West, you are the real god of death. Whoever you want to die must die?"

"That's right, today, you die."

The leader said in a deep voice.

Swish.

One after another human figures or consciousnesses appeared.

Many gods rushed over to see how powerful the old fortune teller was.

Carlyle also came with the ancient gods.

His status in the West is still very high, and many gods greet him respectfully.

Carlyle ignored them, looked at the old fortune teller, then at the Grim Reaper opposite, and narrowed his eyes.

He admitted that the God of Death was powerful, but it still wasn't enough when faced with an old fortune teller, right?

Unless the seven of them take action together.

The God of Light and the God of Darkness are also here.

Both of them belong to the new generation of gods. When they rose, many ancient gods had already disappeared and never appeared again.

Including the Seven Gods of Death, the same is true.

After disappearing for many years, it has reappeared.

As soon as he showed up, he had to go to the old fortune teller for surgery.

"hold on."

The old fortune teller looked at the leader and said.

"Wait for what?"

The leader asked in a deep voice.

"No need to delay, no one can save you."

"You misunderstood. I don't want to wait for anyone to save you. I want to wait until there are more people before I kill you."

The old fortune teller said seriously.

"Only killing you when there are many people can have the greatest effect."

After hearing the old fortune teller's words, the seven gods of death were furious. Is this old guy too crazy?

You must know that their seven gods of death are definitely the ones running rampant in the West.

Now old fortune tellers want to use their lives to scare other people?

"I don't care who your true identity is, today... you are dead."

The leader finished speaking and raised the golden sickle in his hand.

boom.

The other six people also erupted with terrifying auras and soared into the sky.

The silver sickles in their hands were raised, filled with light and solemnity.

"Old fortune teller, can I help you deal with them?"

Xiao Chen was a little eager to give it a try. He had just established a divine level and was eager to show off his current strength.

"No, don't steal my limelight."

The old fortune teller glanced at Xiao Chen.

"I'll take care of it."

"Row."

When Xiao Chen saw the old fortune teller saying this, he didn't say anything more.

As word spread, more and more people showed up.

"He is really the same person back then."

"Back then, he showed super strength, otherwise why would people be afraid of him."

"Yeah, without strength, "Godly Covenant" is just a joke."

"..."

Some gods discussed it, but did not step forward.

Since some people want to test the old fortune teller's ability in public, they are happy to watch the fun.

They also want to know whether this person is qualified to summon the Western gods to gather here.

"They said that you or the Divine Covenant is like a hanging sword, hanging above your head..."

The leader stared at the old fortune teller, his voice cold to the bone.

"Today, I will chop off your head with the death knife."

"I want to see and see."

The old fortune teller nodded and looked at Xiao Chen and others.

"You stand back."

"Okay, old fortune teller, behave well and don't embarrass me."

Xiao Chen didn't pay attention to the situation in front of him. He was an old fortune teller and was invincible!

What kind of bullshit god of death can easily get beaten to death if he comes to show off.

"Be careful."

Amaterasu gave a warning.

"I know."

The old fortune teller nodded and stepped forward slowly.

Swish.

The seven gods of death attacked the old fortune teller almost at the same time.

Especially the leader, the aura that permeates the air is not weaker than that of Carlyle, or even stronger.

He is the real god of death.

He is not bragging. In the West, whoever he wants to die must die!

He wanted to kill the old fortune teller in front of so many gods!