Beheading Gods and Becoming Immortals: Starting from Tearing Title Douluo by Hand

Wang Siming found that his brother-in-law Zhu Zhuhai was the most excited, and his eyes seemed to be on fire.

Zhu Zhuhai's excitement was also noticed by Gu Man. When she looked at the faces of those people, she suddenly realized.

The few people in front are the deacon hall master, protector hall master, and the current Nether clan leader.

Zhu Zhuhai's soul injury was caused by the secret mischief of these people.

Feeling someone approaching, those people suddenly opened their eyes and looked at Zhu Zhuhai standing in front of them, as if they had seen a ghost.

"The Zhu family brat?"

"Young Master Zhu?"

"Zhu Zhuhai, you can actually go to the ground? It cost a lot of money, right? Your mother didn't make any sacrifices, right?" The young patriarch said with a smile.

Zhu Zhuhai gritted his teeth and said, "Zhu Lei, are we really enemies of each other?"

"Zhu Lei, you deliberately framed my son, caused trouble in the succession of the Nether Clan, and used despicable means to become the clan leader. How dare you insult me ​​now?" Gu Man said coldly.

"Huh? You? Who the hell are you? After Zhu Yuan's hometown died, do you think your bloodline can continue to be crazy? This bloodline of my family was the authentic one 200 years ago." Zhu Lei said coldly.

Gu Man's eyes became colder, and Zhu Zhuya shouted unconvinced: "My father has passed away. Can you guys do whatever you want just because of your high cultivation?"

Zhu Hong, the deacon of the Law Enforcement Hall, laughed and said: "Little sister? I think you are a talented person, right? Sorry, you can really do whatever you want if you have the strength."

Wang Siming looked coldly at the five people in front of him, roughly four soul kings and one soul emperor. The most powerful one among them was Zhu Hong who spoke.

"Brother-in-law, please help me vent my anger..." Zhu Zhuhai took Wang Siming's hand and said.

"Hahaha, you idiot, who has not yet been weaned, how dare you compete with me for the clan leadership with your little ability? Damn you." Zhu Lei snorted coldly.

The three branch deacons, Zhu Xiang, Zhu Qian, and Zhu Bo also echoed: "Boy, if you continue breastfeeding before weaning, I think your mother may still have it, hahaha."

Gu Man got angry when she heard Wuming, but these guys were not weak in strength. Although the numbers of both sides were well balanced, with her current soul king's strength, she could only contain one of them, and the remaining children were completely at odds with them. position, now we can only hope that this son-in-law can turn the tide.

"Siming, smash their mouths," Zhu Zhuyun said angrily.

Wang Siming nodded and said, "My mouth seems to smell very bad."

Pah-pah-pah-pah, six crisp sounds came out.

Only Wang Siming's figure was seen moving, as if he had transformed and returned to the Zhu family.

Zhu Xiang, Zhu Qian, and Zhu Bo's faces were as red and swollen as a pig's head. They didn't even see how the young man acted.

Zhu Lei and Zhu Hong immediately became alert. Wang Siming's movement technique just now was too powerful. If it were used on them, they probably wouldn't be able to withstand it.

"Who are you? What do you want to do? This is the household affairs of my Netherworld clan. Do you want to offend our entire clan?" Zhu Lei said boldly.

Wang Siming sneered and said: "Zhuyun is my wife, and her family is my family. Can I not care if my family is bullied?"

Zhu Lei knew what the Zhu Yuan family knew, and Wang Siming said that Zhu Zhuyun's fiancé should be Davis, who had fallen out of favor.

Who is this young man in front of me?Why pretend to be the son-in-law of the Zhu family?But Gu Man looked like this was true.

"Seriously?" Zhu Lei confirmed again.

Zhu Zhuhai said harshly: "My brother-in-law has a bad temper. Zhu Lei, you are now kicked on the iron plate."

While the two were talking, Zhu Hong, the deacon protecting the law, suddenly flashed the spirit of the ghost civet cat behind him, and the two turned into iron arms in the blink of an eye.

The fourth soul skill, [Netherworld Shura Claw].

Zhu Hong knew that Wang Siming was very powerful, but he, the Soul Emperor, was not a vegetarian. At this time, striking first would definitely give him the upper hand.

I saw Zhu Hong flashing into several images of civet cats, and then flying in the direction of Wang Siming in a spiral shape. The pair of iron arms rotated rapidly in the air, like a giant windmill.

Wang Siming is already a Contra, and his perception and sensitivity have reached a new level.

Although Zhu Hong's movements were cool and fast, in Wang Siming's eyes he was like a naughty child. The rotating iron arms and the flickering shadow of the civet seemed to him to be in slow motion.

The gap in soul power made Wang Siming shake his head. This guy named Zhu Hong was really too weak.

The third soul, [Tai Chi].

Move the hammer.

With a loud bang, Zhu Hong flew into the distance like an iron egg with gorgeous movements, smashing a weathered boulder into pieces.

Wang Siming only used one hammer blow to completely shatter the soul king's self-confidence.

Zhu Hong held his chest and slowly sat up. Because the impact just now was too great, his two leg bones were broken by the force of the moving hammer, and he could no longer stand up.

Zhu Lei, the new leader of the Nether Clan, was dumbfounded. The most powerful guardian deacon around him couldn't even resist a move from this stranger?

"You...who are you?" Zhu Lei said nervously.

Wang Siming's bowl-sized fists made his scalp numb now, and Soul Emperor Zhu Hong was beaten until he vomited blood. Who would dare to despise the opponent's pair of iron fists?

"Humph, he is my brother-in-law." Zhu Zhuhai said proudly.

Zhu Lei was speechless. I know this is your brother-in-law. I really want to know his real name.

"I want to know my name. Are you worthy of it?" Wang Siming said coldly.

When Zhu Lei heard this, all the nerves in his body were tense. This guy didn't give himself any respect as the leader of the clan, and he seemed to be ready to help the family. How could he deal with it?

"I think there was some misunderstanding today. Your Excellency and my Nether clan have no hatred at all, but if you hurt a few of us, then the elders of our clan will definitely not let you go." Zhu Lei said.

"Then what?" Wang Siming asked in surprise.

"We in the Nether Clan also have six elders and eight deacons. They are all powerful soul saints and soul warriors. Although your cultivation is also very amazing, you are always unable to defeat four people with just one fist. This is how we are exposed. ?" Zhu Lei suggested.

Wang Siming responded arrogantly: "Let me say one more thing, are you fucking worthy?"

"You...are you really going to be an enemy of the Nether Clan?" Zhu Lei said hesitantly.

Wang Siming looked up to the sky and laughed wildly: "You rely on those six elders and eight deacons? Are these insidious guys still alive in the world? Hahaha."

Zhu Lei's heart sank when he heard this. These people had been away for half a year, but no one had ever mentioned that they were dead.

Xingluo Emperor Dai Tianfeng also specially sent people to the Nether Clan to tell the masters of these clans to go on important missions and it might take about a year to come back. At that time, Zhu Lei believed it.

"You mean they..."

"They are dead."