Peerless War God

The young cultivator shook his head and sighed with a bitter look on his face. It could be seen that this money was very important to him, and he didn't have any money either. As the saying goes, a single cent can't defeat a hero. This was the best description.    

However, he didn't slow down at all. He quickly entered the island, afraid that his position would be stolen.    

The problem of money could be slowly solved, even if he didn't have money. As long as he could survive for the time being, there was still hope. He could continue to become stronger, but if he stayed outside the island... If he died unexpectedly, everything would be over.    

It could be said that the young cultivator's current thoughts were quite similar to many people's.    

The middle-aged cultivator laughed in contempt. He had seen this type of pauper many times. They dreamed of coming to the sea to adventure or encounter some fortuitous encounter. He had seen many of them who could soar into the sky and reach the heavens in a single bound. It could be said that there were too many of them.    

However, most of these people did not end up well. They either lived a mediocre life. They worked blindly like flies for the rest of their lives, or there was suddenly no news from them one day. No one would even know where they died.    

He wouldn't have any sympathy for such a person.    

Of course, he would not specially mock or ridicule these people, because there was no need. Doing so would only lower his level.    

Shaking his head, the middle-aged cultivator continued: "Alright, next"    

At this time, the little dragon came in front of him and cut in line: "Wait, I want to cut in line"    

"Cut in line?" The middle-aged cultivator's face sank and his eyebrows immediately stood up. His eyes revealed a dangerous expression.    

Obviously, cutting the queue was not popular with him.    

As expected, after seeing Xiao Long's intention, the people behind immediately exploded. All of them glared at Xiao Long menacingly. Their eyes were filled with killing intent and some even scolded him without any politeness.    

"You actually dare to cut the queue? Kid, you're quite bold. You dare to cut my queue? Hurry up and get lost."    

"You are not allowed to cut in line. Whoever dares to cut in line and block in front of me, I will be the first to kill him. Kid, I advise you to be tactful and get lost as soon as possible."    

"That's right. The last person who cut the queue didn't even recover from the injury on his face yet. What? Brat, you want to try my slap too? Is it strong enough? " At this moment, a muscular man who was supposed to be his turn... He aggressively walked in front of Xiaolong and threatened him in an unfriendly tone.    

The people behind the muscular man also surrounded Lil'Dino with fierce eyes, trying to force him to retreat.    

Seeing this, the middle-aged cultivator did not say anything. He sneered as he watched this scene. He wanted to see what kind of courage this fellow, who had suddenly appeared, had to say such words.    

" Oh?" Xiao Long was not anxious at all. Instead, he was calm and composed. A strange smile appeared on his face. He turned around to look at the muscular man and said, "You want to compete with me in terms of muscles?"    

It was obvious that this muscular man was a body cultivator. Moreover, he possessed the cultivation of the late Prominent Divine Stage. His imposing manner... Like a rainbow, his blood was as vigorous as a demon beast, very shocking. Moreover, there were numerous talisman markings that looked like demon beasts on his body. Obviously, he had cultivated some sort of extremely formidable secret technique.    

It had to be said that with the strength of this muscular man, he did indeed have the capital to be tough among these rogue cultivators. It was no wonder that he was so confident.    

However, it was not big enough in front of Xiaolong. At this time, Xiaolong was already able to completely control his own strength, so he was very restrained. Its aura was smooth, and it looked like an ordinary Prominent Sage cultivator. It couldn't even see a trace of the aura of demonic energy.    

Naturally, this muscular man couldn't sense the difference between them. However, this gave the little dragon a good opportunity to establish his prestige.    

Sure enough, the muscular man stood up with an unconvinced expression. When he arrived in front of the little dragon, his two large eyes were red. He glared at the little dragon and cursed, "So what if I am? Hmph, if you dare to cut the queue in front of me today, then you have to ask my fist first. You... "    

Slap!    

Before he could finish his words, an incomparably clear sound suddenly rang out. It was like a thunderclap that resounded throughout the entire sky. For a moment, everyone was stunned.    

The muscular man tilted his head to the side. His eyes were filled with the word 'stupefied'. However, the burning pain that came from his left cheek was incomparably real.    

One by one. A huge palm print with a dark red color was imprinted on his face, showing everyone what had just happened.    

It turned out that it was the little dragon who took advantage of the moment when the other party was not paying attention. He slapped the other party's face fiercely, causing the left side of the other party's face to swell up like a cooked bun. It was extremely terrifying.    

As Lil'Dino's attack was too ruthless and painful, the people in the queue at the side gasped in shock when they saw it.    

The sound was continuous. It felt as if the slap had hit their face, and their teeth hurt very much.    

When some people saw this, they subconsciously covered their faces. There was a look of fear in their eyes and they could not help but have a deeper understanding of the little dragon's strength.    

Although this group of rogue cultivators might not be the strongest, they still had their eyes. To be able to slap the muscular man's face at such a close distance, the other party actually did not react at all. This strength was enough to prove many problems.    

Unable to help it, those people who were shouting earlier hurriedly shut their mouths. After all, in the Divine Realm, although there were certain rules, there was actually only one biggest rule, and that was the fist.    

Whoever had the bigger fist would speak.    

For a moment, the people in the queue at the back couldn't help but hurriedly take two or three steps back in fear and give up space to avoid being caught in the crossfire. That would be very awkward.    

"So miserable. After being slapped so heavily, you see, it's already swollen up high. It's too miserable." When the passerby saw this, he couldn't help but mock in a low voice.    

"What a domineering fellow. Just what kind of background does this person have? He directly slapped someone. As the saying goes, 'good'. A slap to the face was not a slap, but a solid slap to the face. I'm afraid he won't be able to get off the stage." Someone couldn't help but ridicule.    

After being humiliated by such discussions, the face of the muscular man was completely lost. He was angry and angry. How could he let it go? His entire face, including his neck, was as red as a hot iron. He roared aggressively, "How dare you hit me? You're courting death! I'm going to kill you today!"    

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