The supreme master of the female president

Talking late into the night, Caesar left quietly to prevent anyone from finding out about his meeting with Yang Yitian.

Yang Yitian was lying on the bed, his eyes staring deeply. At least eight of the twelve major forces in the dark world were attracted by Poros, including the Temple of the Night. Even his spirit was a little tense due to the gathered power.

Moreover, although Gu Bai's Faceless Temple and Murong Xuan's Dark Temple will help him deal with Boros, Yang Yitian doesn't trust them both.

"Huh~~~~" He let out a long breath, Yang Yitian's eyes were firm, even if the king of heaven came, he would definitely kill Poros and avenge his wife Jiang Xinyao and the child!

The next day.

In the arena of the dark city, many people are rushing here, and the stone steps of the inner stands are full of people intermittently.

The arena is divided into four groups from low to high, and there are differences in rank and status. The higher the front, the more difficult it is.

At the front of the center of the first row, there were only six seats. Everyone present knew that only the noble gods and darknet leaders were qualified to sit.

As time passed, it was ten o'clock in the morning, but the people from the twelve major forces in the dark world, as well as the five noble gods, still hadn't arrived.

At this time, at the entrance of the arena, Yang Yitian was being pulled by a woman, and he was happily walking inside.

"Hurry up, this competitive duel only happens once every ten years, otherwise, if you miss it, you will have to wait for the next meeting of the gods." Ryoko Yamamoto pouted. I went to find Yang Yitian, but I didn't arrive until now.

Yang Yitian smiled helplessly. It's still early, and the competition will start at noon. Except for some small people, those powerful people must not have arrived yet.

Entering the arena, Ryoko Yamamoto was slightly stunned by the scene in front of her. There were at least several thousand people densely packed.

And below there is a large empty sandy field, dozens of guards wearing battle armor, holding sharp spears, and carrying Damascus knives at their waists, standing domineeringly, exuding a fierce aura, making some B-level killers All feel afraid.

"Aren't the gods here yet?" Ryoko Yamamoto looked at the front of the first row with her beautiful eyes. The six seats above were all vacant, and not only that, the twelve seats behind were all the same.

"It will be here in half an hour." Yang Yitian's tone was very flat, and after speaking, he lit a cigarette and took a puff, exhaling a big mouthful of white mist.

Seeing Yang Yitian swallowing clouds, Ryoko Yamamoto stared coquettishly, snatched the cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth, threw it on the ground and stomped it out, saying: "Smoking is not good for your health!"

Hearing this familiar sentence, Yang Yitian's heart ached slightly. Jiang Xinyao seemed to have said that too, but since she was swallowed by the sea, she has fallen into the bad habit of cigarettes again.

"Hey, are you listening to me?" Seeing Yang Yitian's melancholy expression, Ryoko Yamamoto thought he was in a daze, and squeezed his waist with her tender hands.

Yang Yitian frowned, patted Ryoko Yamamoto's hand away, and gave her a sharp look, as if saying don't go too far.

Ryoko Yamamoto pouted aggrievedly, pretended to be pitiful, and whispered, "I'm not doing it for your health!"

Yang Yitian did not speak, found a place to sit down, and waited for the opening of the arena, while Ryoko Yamamoto followed him inseparably.

There are more and more people at the scene, and the weakest ones are B-level. In addition to watching the competitive duel, they also want to witness with their own eyes, the characters of the twelve major forces, and the gods who are high in the dark world.

After counting for 10 minutes, people from the twelve major forces in the dark world finally appeared in the arena, and all eyes were on him.

I saw a calm and majestic figure, escorted by several bodyguards in black suits carrying pistols at their waists, sitting on the right side of the twelve seats.

"He is the Deacon family, the second-in-command Miller, right?" Someone recognized his identity, and his voice was awed. The Deacon family is a giant in the dark country, owning several oil fields, and doing a lucrative business. Organizations, large and small, all work for him, and his financial background is incomparably rich.

"Yes, it is indeed him!" The rest of the people nodded one after another. They were all in the dark world and knew something about those big men.

Miller took out a cigar, and the bodyguard in a suit next to him immediately stepped forward to light the fire.

"It seems that we are the first one." Miller spit out thick fog, with a calm voice, no emotion could be heard.

Looking at Miller who was smoking a cigar, Yang Yitian's eyes narrowed into lines, wondering what he was thinking.

After a while, there were a few more figures on the positions of the twelve major forces.

They are the blood wolf leader who specializes in collecting money to kill people and has no bottom line of humanity, and Tanlang.

The speaker of the Golden Triangle Smallpox Group, whose business spreads all over the world, is Sha Kun.

The internationally notorious assassination organization, Nightmare.

They closed their eyes and sat quietly, or played with long knives, and smoked cigarettes in self-concern. Everyone sat on their own business and ignored each other, but the bodyguards around them were wary of each other.

There are already four of the twelve great powers, but none of the gods has arrived.

Yang Yitian raised his eyebrows. Although Murong Xuan's strength is equivalent to that of a false god, his Dark Temple is also one of the twelve major forces. This time, he should join Gu Bai in this competitive duel.

"Hey, Yang Yitian." At this time, Ryoko Yamamoto patted Yang Yitian gently with his elbow, and said in a funny way: "Didn't you say last night that you are also a god? If you dare to sit in the front seat I'll believe it."

Hearing this, Yang Yitian smiled and didn't say much.

"Look, I knew you were lying." Ryoko Yamamoto rolled her eyes. The Changle group she belongs to has a deep background in power in Ying Kingdom, but it still can't squeeze into the twelve major forces, otherwise She had already sat on it, not the viewing platform here.

When noon was approaching, those forces that hadn't arrived slowly appeared. Shadow Stream Assassin Song Chen, Dark Temple Murong Xuan, Bian Hades Temple Demon Flower, and the top three organizations in terms of strength all sat in the middle. and the rest sat down quietly.

"Master Faceless God is here!" Suddenly, an awe-inspiring voice sounded in the arena. Gu Bai, who was wearing a faceless mask, sat in the front row. Everyone lowered their heads, not daring to talk to him. to look at each other.

Even the representatives of the twelve major forces, who didn't dare to play big, stood up and nodded to express their awe.

However, when those people bowed their heads in awe, Ryoko Yamamoto blinked and looked at the Faceless God curiously. She finally saw the god who symbolized the noble power in the dark world.

"Little girl, are you looking for death? Quickly lower your head and don't look at it. Don't tell me you can watch God!" A man next to him found Ryoko Yamamoto and dared to look up at the Faceless God without knowing his life, and scolded him in a deep voice. road.

"It's none of your business!" Ryoko Yamamoto snorted, the man who ranked A-level on the dark web, seeing that she was so ignorant, didn't bother to continue to take care of her, and cursed in her heart that if she was found to be disrespectful to the gods, she would definitely be out of touch. Death is not far away.

Gu Bai's imposing manner was like a king's, and he sat down slowly, staring at the empty seat of the God of Death from the corner of his eye, and then at the crowded arena, he said to himself slightly: "He, hasn't he come yet?" ?”