Gods Summoning System

So this was a friend of his mistress. Her heart that was in her throat was finally relieved.    

On the other hand, the black-clothed cultivator's side looked as if they had lost their parents, and their expression was as pale as it could get.    

"Damn it!"    

Guan Zihee gritted her teeth and called out to the black clothed cultivator, "Today, an expert has stirred the situation. Everyone, let's withdraw. There's still a long way to go, hmph!"    

When the group of black-clothed cultivators heard the order, they let out long sighs of relief. They hurriedly put away their folding fans and swarmed over to Guan Zihee's position.    

They were afraid that they would hear Guan Zihee's orders to start a war!    

"Are you all deaf? I said before that not a single Moro would be able to escape today! "    

Lee Shi's eyes were filled with killing intent as his entire body emitted a chilling aura that caused one's heart to palpitate.    

When the black clothed cultivators heard Lee Shi's words, they felt chills down their spines and a strong sense of fear arose in their hearts.    

Guan Zihee's tone immediately darkened, "Do you know what kind of place the Netherworld is?! Don't refuse a toast and eat a forfeit! "    

"No matter how great your Netherworld is, or how terrifying your strength is.    

As long as you harm one of my citizens, even if you escape to the ends of the earth, I will exterminate all of your bloodlines, burn your bones and scatter your ashes, and kill your souls and exterminate your souls! "    

Following Lee Shi's cold words, the other four thousand Seven Stars Tiger Roots emerged from the cliff one by one.    

The long spear in his hand was suffused with a cold glow as he looked down from above with a dense killing intent.    

Lee Shi suddenly unsheathed his sword and charged straight into the sky with his Tyrant Profound Qi: "How should we deal with those who insult our Seven Stars citizens?!"    

"Kill!"    

"How should we deal with those who kill our Seven Stars civilian?!"    

"Kill!" Kill! Kill! "    

"What is the punishment for kidnapping the women of our Seven Stars?"    

"Die!" Die! "Die!"    

The four thousand Steel Cavalry exploded in response, tearing the clouds in the sky to pieces!    

Guan Zihee felt as if she was struck by a heavy blow, especially when she saw Zhao Yun, who was wearing a silver armor and a white robe.    

She felt a ferocious and destructive aura coming from Zhao Yun. He was an existence that she could never hope to contend against!    

First, there was Zhou Zhiruo who was unable to see through her cultivation, and then there was Zhao Yun who wielded a spear like dragon. With such a small Taotang Duchy, when did it happen that there were so many terrifying experts?!    

"Who the hell are you?!"    

Lee Shi pointed at the cultivators at the Netherworld, and a pressure that felt like the pressure of a mountain suddenly descended.    

He said coldly: "All of you Moro cultivators, reflect on your actions and actions while you are still in hell. Remember, send everyone into the underworld — — Seven Star City Lord, Lee Shi!    

Zhiruo, do it! "    

When the black clad Moro s saw Zhou Zhiruo moving towards them, they were overwhelmed with shock.    

"Run!"    

However, the path was rugged and narrow, so how could so many people be stuck inside at the same time?    

Several tens of Netherworld Moro s squeezed onto the mountain path. No one was willing to let go, as if there was a man-eating ferocious beast chasing after them from behind!    

Zhou Zhiruo shook her head and lifted her hand to form the [Nine Yin Divine Claw].    

A huge shadow of the Netherworld Claw suddenly appeared on the heads of the group of cultivators, blowing up sand and rocks in the sky.    

The wild wind howled, and the shadows of the claws became increasingly fierce!    

One gathered, one merged, one exploded!    

Dozens of Netherworld cultivators were crushed into meat pulp in the blink of an eye by the huge claw shadows!    

The shadow of the claws dissipated, and the world became silent. Only the mountains of corpses and the seas of blood remained, proving that this group of Moro had once lived in this world.    

When the red-clothed cultivators saw this, they sucked in a breath of cold air. Their hearts tightened as they hurriedly left Zhou Zhiruo's side with a face full of fear.    

The heck! In the end, who was the real Moro who killed people without batting an eye?