Online Game: I Am The God Of Wealth, What's Wrong With My Pet Having Hundreds Of Millions Of Po

Rumble!!!

The wind and clouds surged, and thunder roared.

An incredibly thick bolt of lightning descended from the sky, its power filled with destructive aura, bombarding the entire lava lake with irresistible force, causing it to boil incessantly.

Red and purple intertwined, bursting forth with magnificent colors in the dim sky.

Huge rocks shattered into dust, and the surrounding area was filled with flying sand and stones, as if a sandstorm unseen in a century had been stirred up.

When the lightning completely dissipated, the vast lava lake had actually been blasted into a large pit.

Even more peculiar was that at the edge of the pit, the power of purple lightning still flowed, preventing the lava that should have flowed downwards from spilling over the edge.

"Ignorant rat, did you think you would be safe hiding in the main hall?"

"How foolish."

Hilde's gaze was cast towards the bottom of the lava lake, where a bronze hall, no longer concealed by the lava, was particularly conspicuous.

"He's here?"

Inside the hall, Jiang Han had also locked onto Hilde's position.

There was no way around it; causing such a big commotion right from the start perfectly fit the style of a false god—meek and submissive before the strong, but acting like the world owes them something before the weak.

Hilde had clearly not yet realized the fact that the Holy Tribunal Ancestor had recovered most of its power, and was being outrageously arrogant.

The two of them faced each other from a distance across the hall, and although they had not yet made contact, the atmosphere of an irreconcilable feud had already begun to intensify.

Roar! Roar! Roar!

However, before Jiang Han could react, the bone dragons outside the lava had long since taken a dislike to Hilde.

Damn it, they were doing just fine, but a bolt of lightning came down and destroyed their home!

Enough is enough.

The dragon race had always been a group of hot-tempered old men, and even if they were dead, leaving behind only a pile of bones, they still inherited the essence of being a hot-tempered old bone.

At this moment, they couldn't care less about whether you were a false god or not; they just went for it.

They would fight even if they could win.

They would fight even more if they couldn't win.

They had to maintain a state of combat every day!

"Tsk, is that all you've got?"

However, facing these bone dragons that had barely reached the threshold of the God-level, Hilde naturally wouldn't take them seriously; he simply curled his lips and unleashed a surge of violent power from his body.

Mysterious and unpredictable magic runes rapidly formed in mid-air, and in an instant, ice and snow fluttered.

The entire lava world was dazzlingly white.

Snowflakes fell slowly, looking incredibly light, but they contained an indescribable power, and everything they touched was instantly annihilated.

Many bone dragons didn't even have time to wail before the eerie bone fire in their eye sockets quickly extinguished, and their entire skeletons were pierced by the snowflakes.

"He's really strong!"

Jiang Han's mental power spread out, and when he detected this scene, his eyelids couldn't help but twitch.

So many bone dragons, although only just entering the God-level, were still an extremely terrifying force due to the qualitative change caused by quantitative accumulation, yet Hilde had resolved them with just a wave of his hand.

No wonder the Holy Tribunal Ancestor, as proud as it was, repeatedly issued reminders.

Hilde's power was indeed terrifying.

Even Jiang Han's mental power was pierced by the snowflakes; the destructive power of these snowflakes was beyond imagination, and this terrifying power could not be avoided on either the material or spiritual level.

"They've all been poked into sieves..."

Jiang Han hurriedly withdrew his mental power.

However, he still didn't move; he took out the Iron Throne that he had stripped from the Fuzawa Hall from his inventory, placed the Broken Sword Screen upright behind the throne, and sat down on the throne just like that.

He rested his head on his hand, which was propped on the armrest, and crossed his legs.

He might as well have written two words on his forehead:

Flexing!

"What is this kid doing?"

The undisguised show-off appearance made the Holy Tribunal Ancestor, who was observing in secret, constantly grumble.

Hilde had already fought his way to the door, so shouldn't he run away quickly? Why was he still putting on an act?

The key was...

He was really flexing with style!

The Holy Tribunal Ancestor looked at the Broken Sword Screen behind the throne, the sword body flowing with magnificent colors, with powerful forces secretly brewing; the unique crimson of a divine artifact made Jiang Han look noble and imposing.

For a moment, the Holy Tribunal Ancestor felt that the one sitting in front of him was not a human, but the Dragon God descending from on high.

He was simply like a giant dragon inspecting his territory!

"Why didn't I think of that?"

The Holy Tribunal Ancestor couldn't help but fall into deep thought; it turned out that in such a difficult situation, one could still calmly flex.

This indescribable style had simply stabbed hard at its G-spot as a dragon.

No, it had to find a small notebook to write it down.

The Holy Tribunal Ancestor felt that compared to Jiang Han, its years of experience in flexing were simply roadside trash.

Such a simple action was actually so smooth and natural, as if it was innate.

"Such a realm, I am indeed inferior."

The dragon eyes were full of admiration and respect; the Holy Tribunal Ancestor was sincerely convinced, regardless of whether Hilde might smash down a bolt of lightning later, and Jiang Han might die very ugly.

But based on his demeanor now, it was worthy of a silent thumbs-up in its heart.

In any case, he could be considered a decent person before his death.

"No matter what the result, if possible, I will try my best to keep Hilde here, and take it as my respect for you."

The Holy Tribunal Ancestor had already made up its mind in secret.

When the Qingming Festival came, it would definitely offer a stick of incense to Lord Jiang, and then spit before leaving.

Too classy!

"Trash Hilde, I'll be waiting for you here."

The next moment, Jiang Han's voice rang out, the magic-wrapped voice echoing in the hall; he was like a high-ranking judge, condescendingly overlooking Hilde.

Especially after being amplified by magic, the continuous voice intertwined with the echoes in the empty hall, the heavy tones interlacing, mysterious and unpredictable.

The Holy Tribunal Ancestor's dragon body trembled violently, and disbelief was revealed in its eyes.

This...

This is!

Mockery?

It looked at Jiang Han, who was still maintaining his arrogant sitting posture, his tone light and casual, and the whole dragon was not well.

With this kind of strength, he actually dared to provoke Hilde like this.

Lawless, simply lawless!

The Holy Tribunal Ancestor felt that as the leader of the dragon race, it had the qualifications to look down on everything; in fact, it did so, looking at everyone as if they owed it something.

But that was based on its own strong strength.

When it lost its power, it restrained itself somewhat.

But what about Jiang Han?

What did he rely on?

At this moment, the Holy Tribunal Ancestor felt unable to understand, but at the same time, in its mind, a new door was also opened with a bang.

So...

Not only those with strength can flex.

Those without strength can also flex!

And they can flex so smoothly, simply...

The Holy Tribunal Ancestor didn't know what to say anymore; if it had previously admired Jiang Han for reasonable reasons.

Then now, it felt that its worldview had been completely subverted.

A role model for us!

A role model for us!!!