"Where are those Heavenly Dragon people?"
"Where did they go!"
"Catch them and burn them to death!”
On the dark street, people holding torches came and went.
He was searching for something.
"I wonder how Roy is doing now.”
"Don't get caught."
In a dark corner, Don Quijote. Huo Minggu looked worried.
A group of crazy villagers burned down their houses.
If they hadn't reacted quickly, he, his two children, and his wife would have died.
They might have already died in the sea of fire.
"Father, I'm so hungry!"
"Why are they chasing us?”
"What did we do wrong?”
Dorflemenco lowered his head, his whole body trembling.
Pain, resentment, anger…
He hated the villagers who hunted them for no reason.
However, deep down, he hated his father, who had caused him to fall from the sky into the mud.
He should have been a lofty Heavenly Dragon person!
However, his dignity was trampled on by a group of lowly ants.
"Hehe, so you're hiding here!"
The torch lit up the dark corner.
A villager with a ferocious expression looked on excitedly.
"Please, let us go!"
Don Quijote. Huo Minggu's eyes were pleading.
If they were discovered by the villagers, they would definitely be killed.
"Sure, kneel down and beg me."
The villager holding the torch slowly opened his mouth.
His eyes were filled with morbid pleasure.
Thud!
In front of his family and dignity.
Don Quijote. Huo Minggu kneeled on the ground without hesitation.
"Please, let us go!"
His voice was trembling as he begged.
"Hahaha, you noble nobles of the world actually have a time to kneel.”
The villagers 'eyes suddenly became fierce.
"The Heavenly Dragon Man is here!"
Huo Minggu's eyes widened as he looked at the villager who had broken his promise.
"Here!"
"Everyone, come quickly and catch them!"
"Kill them!"
Bang bang bang!
Dozens of villagers holding farming tools surrounded Don Quijote and his family, who were trying to escape.
A beating!
"You bastards…"
Blood trickled down his forehead.
His body was wrapped in intense pain, as if he was about to die.
Doframingo curled up to protect his body.
"You bastards…listen…well…no matter how you torture me…I…will live…"
"Then…I will kill all of you…without leaving a single one alive!”
"In the eyes of the strong, the anger of the weak is as laughable as the cries of a defeated dog.”
His hysterical vow was interrupted by a casual voice.
"My stupid brother, only when you are strong enough can you make people fear you.”
Stomp! Stomp! Stomp!
His heavy footsteps trampled on his heart.
The air was suffused with a suffocating aura.
The flickering flames and the distorted black shadows.
Under the illumination of the fire, it looked like a blood-colored beast that was about to devour someone!
"Looks like I'm not late."
An invisible aura enveloped the entire street.
The world froze!
Dozens of villagers stood stiffly on the spot, their bodies trembling under the terrifying pressure.
"Big brother…"
Dorflemenco raised his head, his body trembling.
His body was subconsciously afraid of this unfamiliar man.
"How dare you abuse my family like this…"
Roy narrowed his eyes slightly, and the smile on his face was as warm and bright as ever.
The temperature in the air suddenly dropped by a few degrees.
It was so cold that it made one's heart palpitate.
"Are you ready to pay the price?”
"There's another Heavenly Dragon person here!"
"Kill him!"
A few villagers, who were blinded by anger, rushed over recklessly.
"Finger Spear!"
Roy's eyes were cold, and his fingers stabbed out like lightning.
Puff!
Blood bloomed!
Several villagers fell to the ground.
Roy lifted his leg and kicked!
Navy Six Moves!
Mist Kick!
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
The crisscrossing white slashes swept across wantonly!
The surrounding world was dyed with a blood-red color that could not be washed away.
The entire street was covered in broken limbs and remains.
"Roy…"
Don Quijote. Huo Minggu was completely stunned.
Was this figure covered in blood really his son?
Why did he suddenly become so powerful?
"The strong dominate the weak. This is the law of survival in nature.”
"As a descendant of the king, you gave up your supreme power. How foolish.”
"Father…do you regret it now?”
Luo Yi looked at Huo Minggu indifferently.
The Heavenly Dragon people were not innocent.
However, they were only part of the privileged group.
The 20 Heavenly Dragon Clans added together did not exceed four digits.
Most of these hundreds of Heavenly Dragon people had lived in the Holy Land of Mary Joshua their entire lives.
The harm they caused was too great to be recorded for some people.
However, it was insignificant to the entire world.
He had placed all the fatuous and dark powers of the World Government on the Heavenly Dragon people.
To the Heavenly Dragon Race, this was definitely a huge black pot.
Don Quijote. Huo Minggu had a good idea.
He thought that he had given up his rights and identity as a Celestial Dragon.
These ordinary people would thank him and accept him, ignoring his past as a Heavenly Dragon.
However, in reality, these ignorant people would only turn their anger and hatred towards the World Government and the Heavenly Dragon Tribe into a form of oppression.
He vented his anger on them, the former nobles of the world.
He wanted to step on the once unattainable nobles and satisfy their perverted psychology.
This was the deep-rooted bad nature of humans.
They were not pitiful.
If they were in the position of a Heavenly Dragon person, these people would only go even further than the Heavenly Dragon person they hated.
Human nature was evil!
"Perhaps I was wrong."
Huo Minggu lowered his head. He was already regretting it.
However, what was the use of regretting now?
What was lost could not be retrieved.
He would not naively think that.
The Heavenly Dragon people of Mary Joshua would accept a traitor.
No one understood the Heavenly Dragon Tribe better than him, who was once a Heavenly Dragon Tribe member.
………
" Would you like to strengthen the skill: Sword Dao?"
[The strengthening process will consume 20 soul fragments (white)]
20 Soul Shards was much less than he had imagined.
"Yes, sir!"
The shattered soul fragments turned into energy and entered his mind.
In an instant, a large amount of Sword Dao comprehension surged in his mind.
"Enhancement complete. Sword Dao upgraded to entry-level!”
Roy held the knife, and the unfamiliar feeling became familiar.
It was as if he had been with this saber for several years.
Hu ~
A gust of wind blew past, and a few fallen leaves withered.
Swoosh!
The blade flashed!
Roy held the hilt of his knife as if he had never moved.
The falling leaves in front of him broke into two halves.
His current level of swordsmanship was about the same as a swordsman who had practiced swordsmanship for three to five years.
Even without the support of a strong physique.
Just based on the realm of his sword arts, he was comparable to a pirate with a bounty of several million.
His current strength was probably comparable to pirates with bounties of around 30 to 50 million.
" Brother, Mother…left."
A deep voice came from behind.
Standing under the eaves, Doframingo's eyes were empty.
"He left…"
Roy paused.
His tender face was calm, which did not match his age.
Although his actual age was only 16 years old, his mental age was already over 40.
He had seen too many deaths.
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