星棋牌

Whoosh!

White, it’s really White, it’s really White!!!

Battle Maniac, King of Aerial Warfare, Battlefield Asura… The Supreme Military Lord White Army Master, created by the Dragon Realm Elder’s Council himself!

If someone can represent the spirit of the Dragon Realm War Department, then White Army Master, undoubtedly refuses to yield it.

Besides the snow piled high in three layers on Superior’s body, who else in the world can match this honor of White clothing!

This is an object of reverence for thirty million soldiers of the Dragon Realm, this is a killing god who frightens off any external enemy, this is an intimidating existence universally feared by soldiers across the world, and undeniably Supreme Military Lord!

“All in attendance!” The Four Great War Gods shouted with their arms held aloft!

Ten thousand White Army soldiers, kneeling in response, their voice overpowering the thunderous roar of dragons in the sky.

“We greet the Army Master!”

Whoosh!

At this moment, ten thousand White Army troops, ten thousand White souls!

It’s as if they were declaring to the world through their actions that their commander had officially returned!

For a moment, everyone present felt as if they were shrouded in a sky full of battle spirit, with a sense of shocking power pervading their hearts.

If you have such soldiers, what more could you ask for!

Who, as a commander, would not want to have such a powerful force?

This truly deserves the moniker undefeated Military Lord!

Lorenzo was both ashamed and regretful, just now, he was issuing orders to such an impressive figure.

He really embarrassed himself; he was so disgracefully ordering the White Army Master, how could he be so shameless?

It’s over… everything’s over, let alone can’t protect the Sabir family, even he, was probably finding it hard to protect himself.

Thump!

At the thought of this, Lorenzo suddenly felt a heaviness in his chest, a mouthful of fresh blood spurted out.

He tremblingly picked up his phone, and the call was disconnected without any hesitation, making it desperately sad.

Immediately after, before Lorenzo could react, another call came in.

It was from his immediate superior, the commander of the River North War Department!

Lorenzo shakily answered the call, his face abject, not uttering a word.

“Lorenzo! Are you fucking trying to kill me? I am going to be the fucking death of you! Did I desecrate your ancestral grave or what, is that why you’re screwing me over, you fuck…”

As soon as the call was answered, a barrage of obscenities followed. At this moment, the person on the other end had no concern for any semblance of decorum or dignity.

Hearing this voice escalated the bitterness on Lorenzo’s face further, almost as though he wanted to die.

At this moment, Luis looked as though he had collapsed on the ground, his face pale as if all his strength had been drained away.

Seeing him in this state, the members of the Sabir family felt their spirits plummet into an abyss.

The situation was hopeless, beyond redemption!

Those from the Sabir family who witnessed this scene completely collapsed, their minds as muddled as porridge, unable to recover for a long time.

At this moment, Kingston felt as if he had been struck by lightning, petrified in place, his emotions incredibly complex.

Drip… drip, drip…

The sound of White Mitchell’s footsteps steadily drew closer, the entire scene at this moment was shrouded in his dominating aura.

With his own power, he was truly suppressing the entire audience.

After a while, White Mitchell approached Lorenzo and his disciple, looking down at them collapsed on the ground, exuding an exceptionally cold demeanor.

“These are the subordinates of the Superior, the title of the Superior, the power of the Superior, may I ask the two of you, have you seen enough?” White Mitchell’s voice was icy cold.

At this moment, Lorenzo and his disciple felt as if they had fallen into an extremely cold place, a bone-chilling coldness made their bodies shiver uncontrollably.

“Enough… Enough…” Lorenzo opened his mouth slightly, but it was as if a fishbone stuck in his throat, he couldn’t say anything.

“In that case, may I proceed to kill these people now?” White Mitchell asked again.

“Yes… Yes…”

Lorenzo hesitated, glanced at Luis who was already as pale as death by his side, opened his mouth in a helpless voice, and his eyes revealed a complex emotion.

Then, Lorenzo clenched his teeth tightly, looking seriously at Luis: “Dear disciple, the people of your Sabir family, are killed by your master! If you wish to seek revenge in the future, come find your master!”

As soon as the words fell, Lorenzo drew his blade, plunging straight into the stronghold of the Sabir family. “Evil through and through! Must kill!” “Distorting right and wrong! Must kill!” “Harming the common people! Must kill!”

“Must kill! Must kill! Must kill! Kill Kill Kill!!!”

Lorenzo was like a merciless killing machine, where his blade swept through, blood drenched the ground, corpse after corpse fell behind him.

Yet, he seemed unfazed by it all.

The Sabir family was desolate, and despair was etched on everyone’s faces.

“Ah …” Kingston screams, unable to turn the tide.

Kingston shouted abruptly at Luis, “Luis, from here on, you are no longer related to the Sabir family! We don’t need your help in avenging our family, we don’t need anyone’s help!!!”

“Hehe …”

Hearing this, Luis stood up dispiritedly, pulling out the combat knife he carried with him.

“Must kill! Must kill! Must kill!!!”

The next moment, he rushed into the crowd of the Sabir family like a madman, joining Lorenzo in the massacre.

He killed faster than Lorenzo, more ruthless than Lorenzo!

In an instant, hundreds of corpses fell to the ground. In the end, the blades in both their hands were chipped, yet they were unwilling to stop. One can imagine how brutal the scene was.

“Kill them! Kill them all! Ahhhhh!!!” Luis roared.

This was a massacre, a one-sided slaughter. Watching his clan members fall one by one, Kingston crawled to White Mitchell with a pale face.

“He’s innocent, he’s never been involved in our Sabir family affairs. I beg you, please spare him, I beg you.

He really knows nothing about hurting your family. I plotted everything. I was the one who took Alan Austin’s money from Sayon to go against your family.

All the errors are ours – the Sabirs’. It has nothing to do with Luis. He really hasn’t done anything wrong. Please, I beg you, please spare him…”

At this point, Kingston was no longer the overlord, no longer the King of River

North with endless blood debt. He was only Luis’s father.

Hearing the name Alan Austin, White Mitchell was filled with rage.

Alan Austin, a name that was both familiar and strange to him.

Once, he considered him as a brother, they created a business together, struggling side by side, jointly establishing the thriving Imperial Group.

However, he also considered himself a monster, uniting with his fiancée to frame him, which led him to be imprisoned.

If he were not lucky, there would be no White Mitchell today.

Unexpectedly, even though he had already lost everything because of him, Austin didn’t stop. He wanted to destroy Mitchell’s life completely!

“Robbed my property, allied with Grandy Anderson to frame me and sent me to prison, and also killed my adoptive father! Alan Austin! You’re really a good brother of mine, White Mitchell!”

The pent-up anger erupted like a volcano, impossible to suppress. The hatred of the past was etched in his mind, bloody and brutal!

“Alan Austin! You’re courting death!”

Boom!

At this thought, White Mitchell’s aura flares up. His eyes were filled with the color of blood and he radiated an irresistible killing intent.

On the other side, hearing this name, the Four Great War Gods and Five Kings of War also instantly revealed a chill in their gaze, filled with killing intent.

Azure Dragon, the War King of Nezzi walked towards Mitchell with a cold face: “Superior, Alan Austin is the chairman of the Imperial Group, a top-notch family in Sayon.

Tonight is his fifth wedding anniversary with his wife Grandy Anderson, and also the celebration of the Imperial Group’s listing, he will definitely attend. Do we need to do anything about it?”

Before White Mitchell could speak, the straightforward War King of the Northern Territory, Black Turtle, made his stance: “Anyone who offends my superior must be killed! I’ll take my men over now, and chop off that son of a bitch Alan Austin, and turn his celebration into his funeral!”

“Count me in!” the War King of the Western Territory, White Tiger, declared angrily.

“I’m going too!”

“Count me in!”

“Count me …”

The Four Great War Gods, the Five Kings of War, all expressed their stand, the hundred thousand White Army was ready to move, with their target being Sayon!