Devouring Heaven Sword God Chapter 981: The lord is angry

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Chapter 981 The lord of the city is angry

Just as he walked to the top of the stairs, a trembling figure appeared in front of Mo Wentian.

"Guest, I think you should leave this place early!"

"You killed the son of the city lord, I am afraid that it will not be long before the people of the city lord's mansion will be surrounded, and then it will be difficult for you to leave!"

Looking at Mo Wentian, a middle-aged man, his voice was slightly trembling.

This person is not someone else, but the owner of this inn.

Although he said that to Mo Wentian, his heart is full of despair.

Young City Lord died in front of him, in his inn, and now it is impossible for him to get out of the relationship.

When the city lord's mansion arrives, there is no doubt that his fate is death!

He also thought about escaping from this calendar city and fleeing to other places.

But his cultivation level is only the mid-stage of the heavenly king. Such cultivation level, no matter where he escapes, he can't escape the claws of the city lord of Licheng.

"It's hard to leave?"

Mo Wentian was slightly stunned. After returning to his senses, Mo Wentian smiled as he looked at the middle-aged man in front of him.

"Boss, I still have a bit of affection looking at the owner of the inn!"

Huantian stretched out her furry claws, scratched his head, and said with a smile.

"Well, based on what he said, boss, let's save this man if we see it!"

At this moment, Xiao Jiao made a proud voice.

Behind Xiao Jiao, a corpse fell to the ground. The owner of this corpse was no one else, but the shopkeeper.

"Help me?"

The middle-aged man smiled bitterly.

Mo Wentian in front of him, his cultivation level was not in the early stage of the Heavenly King, although the power displayed by Xiao Jiao had reached the peak stage of the Heavenly King.

But if the city lord came, Xiao Jiao would still not be the city lord's opponent. At that time, they couldn't even save their lives, how could they have saved him?

"Little Jiao, has your strength been doubted?"

Looking at the middle-aged man's face, Huan Tian said with a smirk.

Although Huan Tian said so on his lips, in Huan Tian's heart, there was no doubt about Xiao Jiao's words.

A city lord in the perfect state of the little heavenly king, in front of the little Jiao, is really nothing!

"Are you doubting our strength?"

Hearing this, Xiao Jiao just gave Huan Tian a blank look.

In the next instant, Xiao Jiao's figure flashed, and a smoke fell on Mo Wentian's shoulder. Looking at the middle-aged man, Xiao Jiao said a little displeased.

"This..."

The middle-aged man looked at Xiao Jiao and opened his mouth, trying to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

However, the Licheng at this moment, the tallest and most luxurious city lord mansion, is in the main hall.

A middle-aged man sat on the Lord’s seat, without the slightest expression on his face, but he gave people a feeling of no anger and authority.

"The big thing is bad!"

"The big thing is not good..."

Suddenly, there was an exclamation.

Following the sound was a trembling figure.

"Useless things, what happened, you are so flustered, how decent are you!"

The man seated on the Lord glanced at the figure viciously, and shouted coldly.

"My Lord Santo..."

"The big thing is bad, the big thing is bad!"

"Young City Lord, he..."

"He was...beheaded at Qingming Inn!"

The trembling figure, knelt on the ground, seemed to have exhausted all its strength and said with great difficulty.

"What?"

"What did you say?"

"My Jie'er was beheaded?"

Hearing this, the middle-aged man who was sitting on the Lord stood up instantly, but his eyes were a little bit unbelievable.

His Jie'er had only been out for less than a quarter of an hour, so he was beheaded?

"Who, who killed my Jie'er..."

In the next moment, when he came back to his senses, the middle-aged man slapped his palm directly on the table next to the main seat, and the table was shot to pieces in an instant.

A series of angry voices sounded, and a terrifying and boundless power rose from the city lord's mansion.

At the same time, all the disciples in the city lord's mansion changed drastically.

"What is going on? What happened to our Lord Lord?"

"I heard that Young City Lord died and was beheaded at Qingming Inn!"

"It’s okay, that bastard, who often relied on his father to be the lord of the city, was tyrannical in the city and did all the evil. He should have died a long time ago, but he is the son of the lord of the city. Who is he? Kill him in the city?"

"The only son has been beheaded, I look at the city lord must be crazy!"

……

At this moment, not only the City Lord’s Mansion, but the entire calendar city, at this moment, all shook.

The news of the death of the Lord's son quickly spread throughout the city.

"Say, who killed Jie'er?"

In the next instant, I saw the middle-aged man's figure flashed and disappeared in place.

When he reappeared, he had already appeared in front of the disciple who came to report. Looking at the trembling figure in front of him, the middle-aged man shouted sharply.

"Return to...Return to Lord Santo..."

"It's a dragon, a monster, and a young man. They are in the Qingming Inn now!"

Looking at the angry city lord, he said tremblingly.

"Good!"

"Very good!"

A few simple words, but they seem to be squeezed out of the teeth, very cold.

The next moment, the middle-aged man's eyes narrowed slightly, and a palm fell directly on the head of the disciple in front of him.

"Boom..."

In the hall, a bursting sound came.

I saw the disciple who came to report, his head exploded, red and white things shot all over, a strong smell of blood, instantly permeated.

"Lord City Lord, let us go and avenge Junior Brother Jie!"

"Yes, Lord City Lord, when we go, we must avenge Junior Brother Jie!"

……

At this moment, in the main hall of the City Lord's Mansion, a group of figures hurried forward, with a confident expression on their faces.

"Kill the son of the lord, the lord will go personally!"

The middle-aged man's hands were clenched into fists, and a terrifying killing intent appeared in his eyes.

At this moment, Qingming Inn.

"Guest, you guys leave now!"

"Our inn is over!"

"It's over!"

In the inn, the owner of the inn, watching Mo Wentian and the others stand in place, as if he had no intention of leaving, he spoke again.

It's just that his face is pale with no trace of blood at all, and his eyes are also full of loss.

Although Xiao Jiao said he wanted to save him, his heart was very moved, but thinking of the cultivation base of Xiao Jiao and others, he did not believe that Xiao Jiao and others could really save him!

"Come!"

At this moment, Mo Wentian seemed to have discovered something, a flash of cold light in his eyes.

As soon as Mo Wentian said this, he only felt a terrifying and boundless power, approaching infinitely towards the inn.

This terrible power has reached the peak of the heavenly king, and it is only one step away from the consummation of the heavenly king.

Besides, there are dozens of the auras of powerful late-stage heavenly kings.