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The memory of this man falling from the sky was too deep for Chen Muze.

So many iron guards died tragically.

He had to be separated from his loved ones and stay in hiding for many years.

All this is thanks to this man.

Mutu.

Aunt Nasha told him this name.

"he is?"

Ruth was not sure that this person who was coming slowly was the belief of the Illuminati, a terrifying existence that was feared by the major families of the GJ Society.

"He is the god who wants to bless you. He came here on his own initiative. Maybe you don't have to see him anymore." Chen Muze stared at Mutu, his eyes gradually becoming colder.

Originally, he planned to go with a group of young masters and daughters to meet Mutu for a while.

Plans can't keep up with changes.

But it's okay, meeting here in advance will save him a lot of time.

Mutu did not land, but was suspended in the air.

People who didn't know Mutu were stunned when they confirmed again and again that Mutu was not a Diaoweiya, but that he was really standing in the air.

Is there really a god in the world?

Some people were surprised.

"Whoever believes in me will have eternal life."

Mutu, who was wearing a loose white robe, looked down at the men and women who kowtowed devoutly, looking majestic and sacred.

On this special occasion, making such a high-profile appearance is to let all Western dignitaries know about him and even believe in him?

Chen Muze stared at Mutu, pondering his intentions.

Ruth's expression changed, and she was obviously shocked by Mutu.

"May God grant me eternal life."

A kneeling old man raised his face and looked at Mutu expectantly.

"it is good!"

Mutu stretched out his hand, and a drop of blood slowly condensed in his palm. This drop of blood floated towards the old man.

People held their breath and stared at this drop of blood.

"Take this drop of divine blood."

Mutu's voice echoed in the splendid hall.

The old man opened his mouth, let the "divine blood" float into his mouth, and then swallowed it. After a few seconds, his expression turned painful, and he fell to the ground, twisting and rolling.

People around him panicked and stayed away from the old man.

Next, an incredible scene appeared. The old man's originally slightly dry cheeks gradually became fuller, wrinkles disappeared, gray hair fell off, and black hair grew at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In less than a minute, the old man looked twenty years younger.

Almost everyone present looked shocked.

"This this……"

Ruth was too shocked to speak.

Chen Muze concluded that Mutu's drop of so-called divine blood contained powerful vitality and energy, which could make ordinary people undergo a certain degree of transformation, such as becoming younger.

Eternal life is impossible.

"To confuse people's hearts..."

Chen Muze said to himself that the old man was probably an "actor" who cooperated with Mutu, but it was not a fake or a cover-up for the old man to become younger in public.

"god!"

"Really God!"

Some people excitedly kowtowed to Mutu.

Chen Muze didn't bother to find out whether these people were group actors.

“If you don’t fear God, you will be punished by God!”

Mutu's cold eyes swept over half of the men and women who were not kneeling, and the invisible pressure filled the air, making people shudder.

More and more people are kneeling.

A large number of security personnel poured into the hall, facing the strange situation and feeling at a loss.

In the end, only a hundred people were left standing bravely.

Most of them have their own firm beliefs, such as the princes of Saudi Arabia, who would rather die than change their beliefs.

"I am the only god in this world."

Mutu stared at the Saudi prince.

The prince of Saudi Arabia couldn't help but panic, but he still mustered up the courage to look at Mutu.

A flash of murderous intent flashed in Mutu's eyes, and he immediately stretched out his hand to grab the Saudi prince from a distance.

The face of the Prince of Sand suddenly changed.

It felt like he was being pinched by an invisible hand, trying to crush him. The huge squeezing force made his joints crackle.

People looked at the extremely painful sand prince with horror.

The Prince of Saudi Arabia could not move and was in despair.

Do you want to save someone?

Dozens of security guards looked at their superiors, who had already knelt down.

Chen Muze held Ruth's hand tightly in his arm, gently took it away, and then stood up.

Ruth was stunned.

"God, get eternal life, Mutu, you are really good at it."

Chen Muze called Mutu by his name and decided to stop Mutu from killing people to establish his authority and let everyone understand that Mutu was not a god and not worthy of worship.

Ruth wanted to stop Chen Muze from messing around, but it was too late.

Hall, who was already frightened, laughed when he saw Chen Muze offending Mutu, thinking: Silly guy, seeking death!

Others also believed that Chen Muze was overestimating his abilities.

Mutu frowned slightly and stared at Chen Muze.

Chen Muze stood in front of the Prince of Saudi Arabia.

boom!

Loud noises accompanied the air fluctuations.

The Prince of Sand felt the invisible pressure disappear and collapsed on the ground, almost exhausted, looking at Chen Muze standing in front of him in disbelief.

"You are his son."

Mutu confirmed Chen Muze's identity.

"You just know who I am. It seems that your god either has a bad memory or your brain is not very good."

Chen Muze mocked Mutu.

"Very well, I've been waiting for you to show up."

Mutu's face was expressionless, but his tone was full of murderous intent.

Eight years ago, at a critical moment when he was almost sucked into a deep-sea black hole, he blew himself up and escaped from Chen Hao. He was surrounded by danger and was in a desperate situation.

Even if Chen Hao falls into a black hole in the deep sea, even if his arms regenerate, the hatred in his heart cannot be eliminated. Killing Chen Hao's most powerful son may feel better.

"Waiting for me to settle accounts with you?"

Chen Muze laughed at Mutu.

Hall curled his lips, despising Chen Muze for not knowing he was about to die.

"Your father is as small and weak as an ant in front of me. As for you..." Mu Tu's implication was that Chen Muze was inferior to an ant.

Chen Muze smiled without saying a word, lifted his feet off the ground, and stepped on the air towards Mutu step by step.

"This this……"

The prince of the sand looked like he had seen a ghost.

The men and women who underestimated Chen Muze were all dumbfounded.

"Being able to float in the air does not mean you are a god. Even if you practice Chinese Kung Fu to a certain level, you can do it." Chen Muze was determined to expose Mutu's lies.

Mutu clenched his fists, obviously stimulated by Chen Muze's words.

The next second, Chen Muze and Mutu collided with each other, causing a loud noise that shook the hall that accommodated thousands of people.

Dozens of lights exploded.

The shock wave generated by the collision between the two caused more than a hundred people on both sides of the red carpet to stagger.

Chen Muzemutu landed on the long red carpet, twenty meters apart from each other.

Mutu's expression changed, unable to conceal his inner surprise.

How come this kid is better than his father?

"If you want to live, leave here immediately!"

Chen Muche reminded the confused men and women to avoid accidental injuries.

Boom!

The two doors of the hall are closed.

A man and a woman stood in front of the door.

The woman is cool and sexy.

The man's madness is revealed.

Many young men and women in the hall recognized the arrogant guy.

Augusto, future heir to the Alonso family in Sicily.

Immediately afterwards, figures one after another jumped in from the open glass dome of the hall and landed around Chen Muze.