The poisoner died.

The corpse turned black and died under its own poison.

In fact, from day one, Dean had already discovered each other.

It's just that it didn't startle the snake.

And the result was naturally satisfying to Dean.

At the very least, the other party used the poisoner as a necessary hole card to give him more time to wait between him and the other party, which is what Dean wants.

When separating from the middle-aged Taoist, Dean once asked the other party how long it would take.

At least seven days!

This is the answer of the other party.

Then, see you in the capital of 'Huiwu'.

The capital, the center of the White Night, where the royal family and various subordinate officials are located, is the hub and core of the entire White Night Dynasty.

Naturally, this 'Huiwu' was held in the capital.

Dean picked up the teacup, looked at the tea soup in the cup, and shook the cup slightly, making the tea soup ripple layer by layer.

It's the fourth day!

More than half of the seven-day period has passed.

However, most of the previous ones are just temptations, and today's seemingly endless attack methods are just one of temptations.

The real battle has just begun!

The corners of Dean's mouth curled slightly, and he drank the tea in front of him in one gulp.

He's looking forward to it!

After confirming the news he wanted to know, Dean finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He can complete his White Night Journey in his own way.

And whether it is the 'Way of Killing' or the 'Seal of the Overlord' that King Setti has explored, he needs to fight, and he will not stop fighting.

Fight against the best of the same level.

Fight again and again. With victory after victory. to perfect his 'path'. And, create zào out of his own 'overlord seal'!

Knock, knock, knock!

The sound of a wooden cane on the ground rang out as Dean picked up the teapot and poured it for himself.

The rhythm is scrambled, but quite powerful.

The next moment, an old man with a tall wooden cane and a hunched back walked into the Water Moon Sword Pavilion.

The other party's face was so fierce that he couldn't see his face clearly. But the aura emanating from the other party's body made Dean look at the other party squarely.

Holy Grade!

It was the first Saint he had ever seen in a few days.

Obviously, as he had guessed, now was the time for the real battle to begin.

"Mu?"

A hoarse old voice rang out.

"Hmm!"

Dean nodded.

"The Nineteenth Master died at your hands?"

The other party asked again.

"Hmm!"

Dean nodded again.

"You're damned!"

The other said this, and the wooden staff in his hand was like a spear, piercing Dean's face.

Dean tilted his head slightly, and the wooden staff brushed against Dean's ear, and just as the wooden staff was about to turn into a sweep, Dean raised his right hand. After the middle finger of the index finger is stacked, the index finger pops out heavily.

Clang!

It's like a bell ringing. The wooden staff, which was supposed to be wooden, made a metallic sound.

The old man with a cane stepped back again and again, and it took five or six steps before he could stand firm.

"Hey, that's a lot of strength! Sometimes, though, it's useless to have a lot of strength! ”

There was amazement in the other party's old voice, but then he became dismissive.

"People have joys, sorrows, and sorrows, as well as birth, old age, sickness, and death...... Greedy for life and afraid of death, what I see is nothing more than that! ”

In the old man's voice, a special fluctuation began to spread in all directions, centered on the position where the other party was standing.

The grass on the edge of the arena quickly withered, and the corpses that had already lost their vitality began to weather.

Grains of gray, death-like particles gathered around the old man.

And with such a gathering, the old man's body became more and more rickety.

If it seemed to be just old before, then now it is a dead end.

"The secret technique of life expectancy is not called greed for life and fear of death! But...... Stupid! ”

Dean said slowly.

"Stupid? To be able to kill your rebel for the master, what is this lifespan? ”

The other party snorted coldly, and the wooden staff shrouded in gray aura struck at Dean.

Woo!

The wind of death blew, and it instantly filled Dean's surroundings with coldness and sluggishness, making Dean's hands and feet seem to be shackled.

Wisps of gray were attached to the wooden staff, and just the moment he breathed, the wooden staff turned into a death spear, spreading the power contained in the true holy level, with an irresistible force, fiercely piercing Dean's body.

However, the body was like a soap bubble, and it shattered with a 'snap'.

Water Moon Swordsmanship. Moon in the water!

The other party was startled, and subconsciously wanted to turn back the wooden staff in his hand.

However, it was too late!

Dean, who had already appeared behind the other party, showed no mercy, and the long sword in his hand swept straight past the other party's neck with a cold light.

Thump!

Like a piece of rotten wood, the corpse of the other party fell to the ground.

"I'm not talking about stupidity, it's stupidity that you don't know enough about yourself - your body has already aged with your lifespan, and even begun to affect your five senses...... An old-eyed person is definitely not an age suitable for fighting! ”

Dean finished speaking, and put his sword back into its sheath.

Didn't look at the corpse again.

There is no doubt about the strength of the opponent's attack power, and the previous attack, according to the level standard of jadeite, is already at the 'domain' level.

But, other than that, the other side is simply useless.

The body is old and unbearable, and even the five senses have degenerated.

Such an opponent is like a blind and deaf person, even if the opponent holds a magic weapon in his hand, what can he do? It can neither be hit nor reached.

Two words: useless!

However, the appearance of the other party made Dean more vigilant.

"The Dead Soldier of the White Night Royalty!"

Undoubtedly. That's who the other person is.

Whether it's from the other person's tone. Or the timing of the appearance. It's enough to make Dean have such a guess.

Aside from the dead, Dean couldn't think of a saint who would address the White Night Royals with such respect.

And after guessing the identity of the other party, then some other guesses will naturally follow.

The White Night Imperial Clan's other party claimed that it was a five-rank saint.

But the previous White Night Nineteen Princes, and the current dead soldiers, are both saint-level.

And neither of them appeared in the five saint levels declared by the White Night Imperial Clan!

So the number of White Night Royal Saint Ranks......

Dean frowned slightly.

Because, he thought of another possibility-perhaps, the White Night Imperial Clan's recognition of the holy level is not as known by ordinary martial artists: above the grandmaster is the holy level.

To know. In Jade, although the golden powerhouse contains the 'domain' level, most of the time, the known gold powerhouse is the 'domain' level powerhouse alone to explain.

If the White Night Imperial Clan also evaluates the Holy Rank in this way......

"The White Night Imperial Family has five 'domain' levels?"

Dean narrowed his eyes, and after only a slight pause, he burst into an incomparable battle spirit.

In order to find the Emerald Grand Duke, he had entered the 'battlefield' of those few storage organizations, and in that battlefield, he would inevitably encounter many strong people.

Of these, it is natural that there will be a large number of 'domain' levels.

If you even give in to the five 'domain' levels in front of you. So what do you do if you encounter a higher number of 'domain' levels?

Do you rely on the 'Heavenly Dead'?

Once or twice is fine, but what about the third or fourth time?

After all. Each of the people who participated in the 'battlefield' had their own reasons, and Dean simply couldn't impose his will on the other.

He didn't want to do that, and he couldn't do something like that.

People, after all, have to rely on themselves!

"I have chosen the 'Way of Killing', and I want to perfect my 'Overlord's Seal' - if I retreat all the way, how can I perfect the 'Overlord's Seal'? King Setti went through countless deaths before he realized the 'Seal of the Overlord', and even if I have a part of the inheritance of the 'Seal of the Overlord', if I don't experience life and death, it will be a vain appearance! ”

Dean took a deep breath, his heart becoming clearer and clearer.

And the next moment, in Dean's sense, the blood-colored sunlight in the killing space was brighter again, and the speed of absorbing the 'nutrients' provided by his killing was also a little faster.

"Clear-mindedness?"

Dean was stunned, then chuckled, sat back on the stone bench, and picked up his teacup.

A moment later, there was a sound of footsteps.

Dean, though, didn't move.

The chaotic footsteps, with caution and caution everywhere, obviously could not be the case if they were looking for trouble.

After a few breaths, a deacon of the Martial Alliance and a commander of the government soldiers appeared on the martial arts arena of the Water Moon Sword Pavilion with more than a dozen people.

Looking at the martial arts arena full of corpses, these people were secretly frightened.

And when he saw the corpses of several of them, he couldn't suppress the exclamations.

"Ghost Shadow!"

"Hercules!"

"Poison boy!"

The previous three rangers who attacked Dean and showed special means were recognized by people one by one.

And the next moment, when the old man's body was identified, the people around him were all breathless.

"This is, this is ......"

The leader of the soldiers stammered speechless.

"The 'Soul Arrester' is sentenced to life and death!"

The deacon of the Wumeng took a deep breath, and looked at Dean with more and more different eyes, admiration, worship, and even a hint of envy.

Holy Grade!

At this time, he had already confirmed it.

Dean is a saint!

Less than twenty years old, what is this concept?

"Big, big...... If there is a lot of trouble, we will dispose of the corpse immediately! ”

It is difficult for the slightly restrained deacon of the Martial League to give Dean a suitable title, called senior, Dean is too young to use an honorific title, and the strength of the holy level is enough for him to look up to.

Therefore, some leaps use the word adult.

The same is true of the commander of the government soldiers on the side.

"Hmm!"

Dean nodded faintly, didn't look at the two of them again, and lowered his head to drink tea.

And his perception began to patrol back and forth around the Water Moon Sword Pavilion.

He wants to lock down the people behind the scenes.

PS First Update~~~ (To be continued......)