The supreme master of the female president

Looking at the back of Yang Yitian going away, the gods present and Caesar didn't say anything, and the guards also gave way one after another.

However, all the forces who came to watch the competition were a little confused. They thought that there would be a fierce bloody conflict when the god of death and Poros met, but in the end, no one did anything.

However, no one noticed that shortly after Yang Yitian left, Jack beside Poros quickly disappeared into the arena.

The road in the dark city is very empty, except for the guards of the dark net, most of the people have gone to the arena, it seems a little deserted and quiet.

Yang Yitian walked steadily, with an imposing manner like a king. Ryoko Yamamoto followed behind him weakly, not daring to be as rude and coquettish as before, but a little nervous and restrained.

"That Yang" Ryoko Yamamoto wanted to call Yang Yitian's name directly, but she quickly reacted and whispered in awe: "Where are you going, God of Death?"

Yang Yitian stopped, looked back at Ryoko Yamamoto, and said deeply, "Where should I go and report to you?"

"No, that's not it." Panicked, Ryoko Yamamoto lowered his head hastily, not daring to look at Yang Yitian, and said weakly, "I never thought that you would be that honorable Grim Reaper."

Yang Yitian raised his eyebrows, and said lightly: "I said before, God is just a title, not as noble and noble as you imagined, so there is no need to have any psychological burden when talking to me."

Ryoko Yamamoto collected her fists and asked softly, "Then do you consider me your friend?"

"Friend?" Yang Yitian smiled, and said in a calm tone: "No!"

Hearing this, Ryoko Yamamoto's bright red lips showed a bitter smile, and she knew that Yang Yitian, a god of heaven, simply looked down on such a small person as herself.

"After following for so long, you should come out." At this moment, Yang Yitian suddenly raised his head, stared at the far corner, and said in a low voice.

Ryoko Yamamoto was startled, followed Yang Yitian's gaze, but found nothing.

Yang Yitian narrowed his eyes slightly, picked up a stone on the ground, threw it towards the corner quickly, and then burst out with his whole body.

"Kacha!" Shi Zi, who pierced through the sound of the wind, was cut in half by a fast cold light, but Yang Yitian came to the corner in an instant, and the tactical knife in his hand was on the neck of a black shadow dressed as a ninja.

The black shadow dressed as a ninja, clutching the samurai sword tightly, felt the coolness of his neck, his eyes fluctuated, and said hoarsely: "I was ordered to protect Miss Yamamoto, and I did not have any malicious intentions."

"Are you the left guard?" Ryoko Yamamoto came behind Yang Yitian, and she recognized the black figure dressed as a ninja, who was the left guard next to her father, whose strength was comparable to that of the royal demigod.

"Yes!" The left guard nodded, staring at Yang Yitian vigilantly from the corner of his eyes, because he already knew that this man was the god of death who had frightened countless people and disappeared mysteriously for more than two years, so he didn't dare to have any to the effect.

Yang Yitian withdrew the tactical knife, and said to Ryoko Yamamoto in a deep voice: "From now on, you don't have to follow me anymore, he will protect your safety. After the meeting of the gods is over tomorrow, it is best not to stay and leave the Dark City as soon as possible."

"Are you worried about me?" Ryoko Yamamoto smiled, she understood the reason why Yang Yitian let her go, no doubt she was afraid that she would be implicated in the blood feud with Poros.

"I don't have any good feelings for you Ying people." Yang Yitian frowned, said a word in a low voice, and left directly.

"You..." Ryoko Yamamoto bit the corner of her mouth, a little annoyed at Yang Yitian's words, what's wrong with being from Yingguo, is it because of the war of the older generation that the hatred must be transferred to her own generation?

"Miss Yamamoto!"

Ryoko Yamamoto wanted to catch up with Yang Yitian, but the left guard stopped her, staring at Yang Yitian's aloof back, and said seriously: "Reaper is not joking, the son of Pavilion Master Beichen Yidao Liu accidentally met him in the dark world , was killed without the slightest reason, he seems to hate us Ying people, we'd better stay away from him!"

Hearing Zuo Weiwei's words, Ryoko Yamamoto frowned. Although she hadn't been in contact with Yang Yitian for a long time, she knew the man's character very well. It was impossible for him to commit bloodthirsty murders for no reason. He was definitely the son of Pavilion Master Beichen. Only by offending him like death will he be killed.

Seeing Yang Yitian walking farther and farther, Ryoko Yamamoto was entangled with Xiaohui, and said to the left guard: "You go back, I will follow him, he will definitely protect me."

After finishing speaking, Ryoko Yamamoto trotted, trying to catch up with Yang Yitian, but the left guard grabbed him hard, heard the movement with keen ears, and said very solemnly: "No, there are a large number of unkind people who are coming. We are coming here, please hurry up and leave with me, miss."

Yang Yitian, who was walking in the front, also felt a sense of danger, his forehead was locked tightly, and he looked back at the left guard, and said solemnly: "Take her away immediately!"

The left guard nodded knowingly, pulled Yamamoto Ryoko abruptly, and left here as quickly as possible. He guessed that the threats were aimed at Yang Yitian.

When the left guard took away Ryoko Yamamoto, Yang Yitian stood upright, and the breeze blowing across his face.

Most of the buildings near the dark city arena are made of stone and soil, similar to slums, far from the prosperity of the central area, and usually some low-status and low-level killers hang out here.

At this time, more than a dozen figures as fast as lightning leaped over the surrounding roofs and secretly surrounded Yang Yitian.

Yang Yitian's face was expressionless, he raised his head and looked around, and judged that there were at least a dozen people, who undoubtedly came to kill him.

call out!
call out!
call out!
On the surrounding roofs, more than a dozen masked figures raised the king of cold weapons, the modified crossbow, as dense as raindrops, and quickly killed Yang Yitian.

Yang Yitian reacted sharply and dodged quickly. Those crossbow arrows crashed into the ground, corroding the hard slate, and the arrows were sticky with poison.

Seeing Yang Yitian dodging, these assassins didn't feel surprised, but cooperated in an orderly manner, and the densely packed crossbow arrows continued to kill him.

Yang Yitian's face remained normal, and he kept dodging flexibly. The poisonous crossbow bolts stuck to him did not hurt him at all.

"withdraw!"

When the crossbow arrows were almost finished and Yang Yitian was still unharmed, the masked assassin headed by him didn't dare to stand up in front of the god of death, and decisively issued an order to retreat.