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With a deep hatred in Ron's eyes, he didn't flinch when he saw Wharton's gaze. (The fastest update speed is on the Aishang Novel Network biquge.info)

"Is that him?"

"Isn't it? He's the idiot who rewarded twenty gold coins in one go?" [Search for the latest updates.]

"A teenager actually alarmed the Holy See's Sacred Domain powerhouse, is it impossible?"

When the mercenaries saw Ron stand up, their eyes were full of surprise, they would never have thought that a teenager who was still like a child would actually be captured by the powerhouse of the Holy Realm himself, looking at him, as if he had some deep hatred.

"Finally found you, Ron!"

A slight smile tugged at the corner of Wharton's mouth, "I thought you wouldn't be able to shrink like a turtle for the rest of your life." ”

Ron took a deep breath, glanced Wharton up and down, and said in a deep voice, "What do you want?"

Wharton smiled, "It's very simple, lay down your arms, surrender, go back with us, and accept the verdict of the Inquisition......"

"Accept the verdict of your court?" haha......" Ron laughed angrily, and as soon as his laughter stopped, he gritted his teeth and asked, "Why? How can you determine a person's life and death? Yes, I have practiced necromancy, but on what basis do you rule that a person who practices necromancy is a heretic!"

At this time, those mercenaries suddenly realized that the Holy See was here to hunt down and kill heretics, no wonder they were so laborious, but they made a big deal for the sake of a necromancer, and it seemed that they were making a big fuss.

Some of the mercenaries looked at Ron's eyes with sympathy, and thought to themselves, "This guy is not good at learning, but he has learned the most undesirable necromantic magic, not to mention offending the Holy See, it is useless, it is really stupid!"

Wharton's face sank, and he was about to teach Ron a lesson, he never liked to talk nonsense with the enemy, and when he was about to make a move, a person next to him suddenly jumped out.

"Bold!"

Diallo spoke in a high tone, "What do you goddamn heretic have to say to Lord Wharton in such a tone!"

After saying that, he turned around and bowed to Wharton, "Lord Wharton, please allow me to make a move and teach this guy who doesn't know the height of the sky or the height of the earth a lesson!"

Wharton thought for a while, smiled faintly, and nodded slightly, "Go ahead, maybe don't come back to see me!"

Diallo was overjoyed, Wharton's statement meant that he had given him a chance to make meritorious contributions, and he knew very well what it meant to get credit at this time, and he hurriedly said, "Please be gracious!"

Noncommittal, Wharton walked over to a nearby table and sat down leisurely.

A sinister smile appeared on Diallo's face, he slowly pulled out a gold-level two-handed long sword from the space bag, and said in his mouth, "Humble, dirty, lowly heretic, you will die under my Diallo's sword!

Ron was nothing, but Huo Meilin in the Soul Ring was angry, "Humble, dirty, lowly, when the Church of the Scourge was rampaging on the continent of Omurose, the Holy See didn't know where it was?

Huo Meilin was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, he was most used to seeing others look down on the great necromancy.

"Boom-" sounded, at this time, Diallo's body erupted with a strong flame light, the flame was blazing, his whole person looked like a fire man, behind him, slowly opened two huge wings composed of flames, and gently fanned.

"Flame Wings!Is this guy a master-level powerhouse?" A trace of horror flashed in the eyes of the onlookers, the strength of the Holy See was really unfathomable, and a person who came out casually was actually a master.

Diallo, an intermediate great sword master, cultivates the Flame Fighting Qi, and his attacks carry a blazing heat, even in the Holy See, a place where there are many strong people, there are few opponents.

As if deliberately playing tricks, Diallo spread the two flame wings to the maximum, looking at Ron's somewhat pale face, and his heart was very proud.

"Hmph! It's just a master-level powerhouse! I'll let him lie down in three minutes!" Huo Meilin snorted dissatisfiedly. "Ron, your body is too weak, Lao Tzu can't beat that Sanctuary powerhouse, but it's not like playing with that guy, you dodge and let me come! I have to teach him a lesson this time! Let him know the power of undead magic!"

Huo Meilin said angrily.

Before Ron could say, Wharton frowned, "Stop playing, pack him up and go back early!"

"Yes, sir!" Diallo felt a pang in his heart, he knew that he had overplayed and provoked Lord Wharton's displeasure, he looked up, looked at Ron, smiled, and his whole body rose into the air.

"Liter...... Rise into the air......? He'll fly!" Ron panicked a little.

"It's nothing, master-level powerhouses can fly!" Huo Meilin said in a deep voice, "He's going to start attacking!"

"Suffer death!"

Diallo's eyes lit up, and his body turned into a ball of streamers, rushing towards Ron.

The opponent's sword carried a powerful fiery power, and Ron felt that his body was hot, as if it was about to burn, and the powerful force made him feel suffocated.

Ron knew something was wrong, and he chanted a spell and desperately held up his bone shield to block Diallo's powerful blow.

It was too late, it was too late, and at this time, a force suddenly came back and stopped in front of Ron.

"Boom-"

Diallo couldn't regain his momentum, and his two-handed sword slashed out, making a huge roar when it came into contact with that force.

A powerful force poured out, and Diallo was taken aback, this force was far more powerful than he could have imagined, and as soon as he made contact, he was shocked back.

"What?"

Diallo's eyes widened with a look of disbelief in his eyes, and he could see clearly that the power was just a small thing, and that little thing was just that—a chicken bone, a chicken bone that had been gnawed.

With just a chicken bone, he actually forced back a master-level powerhouse.

Diallo's fiery fighting spirit was shaken away, and he took a few steps back, he raised his head, a trace ......of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, and a look of horror flashed in Diallo's eyes, the strength of the necromancer is actually so strong?

At this moment, Wharton behind him stood up with a "swish", a solemn look on his face, and his eyes flashed, "I don't know which Sacred Domain powerhouse is coming, please come out for a while!"

"Sanctuary powerhouse?" Ron was stunned, where else was there a Sanctuary powerhouse here besides Wharton, a Sanctuary powerhouse.

Huo Meilin smiled slightly, and said slowly, "It's that old drunkard, he made a move!"

"Is it him?" Ron's eyes fell on the old drunkard who had just taken twenty gold coins to buy wine, he rubbed his eyes, and looked incredulous, "He's the powerhouse of the Holy Domain?

In Ron's mind, the powerhouse of the Sanctuary should be like Wharton, strong, domineering, and not in the eyes of the world, but this old drunkard dressed like a beggar in front of him doesn't look very powerful.

The corners of Huo Meilin's mouth crooked, revealing a hint of a smile, "The words of the Holy Domain powerhouse are not written on his face, that guy has the ability to restrain his breath, if he didn't do it, even I might not be able to see it!"

"I just don't know what his purpose is, if he can help you, you can avoid this turmoil!"

Ron was stunned, "You mean to say that the old drunkard is stronger than the Holy See's Wharton?"

Huo Meilin did not answer directly, "You will know if you look at it!"

The entire mercenary station was quiet, and under Wharton's invisible murderous gaze, all the mercenary hearts were beating non-stop, and they didn't dare to breathe, for fear of angering the powerhouse of the Holy Domain.

But when he heard him say that there was still a Sacred Domain powerhouse here, his heart was even more shocked.

Two Sanctuary powerhouses!

In the Noah Continent, there are many cultivators, but there are only a handful of people who have become powerhouses in the Holy Domain, and ordinary cultivators may not be able to see one in their lifetime, but in the small Barbalin Kingdom, in the remote mercenary station, two appeared at once.

Diallo was still a little unconvinced, but when Wharton shouted the words "Sanctuary strong", he suddenly wilted, and his fighting spirit was completely lost, and he didn't dare to do anything with the Sanctuary powerhouse if he gave him a hundred guts, he knew that if the other party was willing, the small chicken bone just now would be enough to take his life, and now that he can live, it can be seen that it is the result of the mercy of the other party's subordinates.

Diallo quickly stepped aside, now in such a form, he said one more word is an act of looking for death, Diallo is very smart, he will not be so stupid.

Wharton's gaze slowly swept over the mercenaries, and at this time, his gaze paused, his body tensed suddenly, and a murderous intent was released abruptly.

"Is that you?" Wharton asked in a deep voice.

"Hey, hey!" the drunkard old man stood up with a grin, reached out and patted the dust off his body and said to Wharton, "It's still recognized by you, it's not fun at all!"

The drunkard old man stood up suddenly, his eyes shone brightly, he straightened his body, and the momentum of looking at the world was born spontaneously, how could there be a trace of drunkenness.

Although the drunkard old man was wearing tattered clothes, he couldn't hide the temperament of a strong man, his hands hung down naturally, and there was a faint smile on his face, and Wharton's clumsy and powerful momentum could not affect him at all.

The mercenary station was so quiet that they could hear a needle dropping, and all the mercenaries were stunned, this old man who had been begging for wine here every day for several months could actually be a powerhouse in the Holy Domain? If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they wouldn't have believed it.

Some of those who refused to give money were apprehensive.

Wharton's gaze was like a sharp sword, and he pointed straight at the drunkard old man, gritting his teeth, and asked word by word, "Who are you--"

"Who am I?" the drunkard chuckled, "I've been in seclusion for a long time, and I've only recently come out to walk around, and I'm afraid not many people remember who I am, and even I almost forgot my name!"

He smiled faintly, "My name is Kirbett Ji Bussain......

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