Chapter 726: Chapter 670: Cunning Enemy_2
The Grey Horn Tribe has only one Ancient King, and in this overwhelming confrontation, the other snake people can hardly intervene.
Abraham’s ans and Secret Techniques are extraordinary; even if the Poison Dragon King uses one hundred and twenty percent of his strength, in a short ti, he can only fight him to a draw, each taking damage.
“Poison Dragon King, with just your skills, thinking you can act recklessly in front of , you’re not qualified.”
The two fought countless rounds, gradually moving away from the Heaven Pillar Mountains, and when the confrontation paused, Abraham hoped to probe sothing out.
“I admit I can’t take you down, only our master can step in personally.”
The Poison Dragon King originally wanted to show off in front of the true sorcerer but found himself unable. Seeing the snake person still being boastful on the opposite side, he simply compromised.
Upon hearing this, the Snake-man Ancient King felt a jolt in his heart.
In an instant, a great crisis appeared abruptly, a breath of death enveloped him, and from the distant darkness, a giant hand extended, blocking the place where he stood, pinching him in its palm, and the breath of death descended completely.
“My lord, my snake tribe is under the protection of the Grey Frost Throne, we respectfully ask you—-”
“What did he just say?”
“Must be so gibberish.”
Seeing Abraham, who was of equal strength with him, die so easily, cold sweat broke out on the Poison Dragon King’s forehead; this master was even more terrifying than he imagined.
Luckily, I pleaded quickly earlier.
“Alright, let’s go to the next place.”
Enemies have their origins, and Ivan is not soone who randomly takes out his anger on others. With the offender Hambilla already executed, there’s no need to keep hounding the snake tribe.
Then, one man and one dragon approached the lands near the Blood Elf domain.
Like before, after finding the tribe where Harlington resided, the Poison Dragon King made a scene, but to his disappointnt, Blood Elf King Harlington was not there at all.
Regarding this, the Poison Dragon King was quite disgruntled, but he did not dare act without authorization.
“Master, shall we destroy this tribe? You don’t need to lift a hand, give half a day, and I will deal with these wicked blood elves.”
He could only retreat to Ivan’s side and suggest expectantly.
“All you think about is slaughter.”
“Yes, yes, your reprimand is right.”
“You go and bring out Harlington’s blood relatives, I have my own way to deal with Harlington.”
Sorcerers always emphasize equivalent exchange; since Harlington has not taken a step to exterminate humanity, Ivan would not dispose of the blood elf tribe casually.
Upon receiving the order, the Poison Dragon King once again stord into the blood elf tribe.
However, he returned empty-handed again, explaining the reason with an embarrassed face.
Harlington was undoubtedly an intelligent blood elf, detecting the potential crisis in advance. To avoid being tracked through bloodline, he preemptively dealt with so related people and took others away with him.
This thod was foolproof.
“That guy is so cunning.”
The Poison Dragon King was unsettled; since the cri was committed by everyone, why could soone escape punishnt: “Master, should I stay here, keeping an eye on the entire blood elf clan? I doubt he can stay away forever.”
“Indeed, a well-rounded blood elf.”
Ivan had not anticipated Harlington to be so ticulous. However, if the other party thought he could thus escape his grasp, he underestimated him.
Bloodline tracking was unusable.
Predictive thods could not be avoided unless Harlington directly fled into the Star Realm River or soone was willing to protect him completely.
“I shall see to what secret place such a clever person can hide.”
The Poison Dragon King initially wanted to say sothing, but after hearing what the true sorcerer said next, he quickly shut his mouth, opened his eyes wide, and watched.
Soon, he noticed the true sorcerer held a blue grimoire in his hands; though it appeared ordinary, it concealed divine significance.
Upon seeing the true sorcerer extend a finger to point on it, a faint purple divine light leaped onto the pages.
The true sorcerer showed a pondering expression.
“What a clever man, employing a shadow under the light tactic.”
After a mont, Ivan’s face showed a trace of peculiar expression, his gaze directed toward the not-too-distant blood elf tribe.
“Master, could it be that Harlington is hiding within the tribe, just staying hidden the whole ti, such a cold-blooded thief dare do this.”
The Poison Dragon King’s face turned extrely dark, unexpectedly being deceived like this.
Isn’t this making the master a laughingstock, utterly outrageous!
“He indeed fooled everyone, but he is not within the tribe; instead, he’s hiding in a secret land behind the tribe, closely monitoring the tribe’s movents. You stay here, while I—this sorcerer—co and go quickly.”
“Master, little dragon—-”
Given Harlington’s cunning, Ivan decided to personally take action.
The Poison Dragon King wanted to watch the show, but without the true sorcerer’s permission, he dared not act negligently and could only quell his inner agitation, waiting there.
Elsewhere.
Ivan swept over the blood elf tribe in a flash, landing close to a hill hanging upside down against the bulwark’s top, gathering multiple Rule Powers into his palm, extending a palm towards the hill.
The hill was ford from hard minerals.
After that palm touched the surface, there was an extrely brief pause, lasting just a mont, and then the hill’s location collapsed layer by layer, as the Rule Palm completely crushed it.
Suddenly, a blood and thunder intertwined iron monunt erged, firmly holding against the crushing pressure of the Rule Palm.
Standing beneath the iron monunt was none other than Blood Elf King Harlington.
At this mont, Harlington looked utterly horrified; he had not expected his deep hiding could be so easily discovered by soone.
“True Sorcerer Throne, Harlington knows he can’t escape death; I have treasures to offer, hoping you, my lord, will spare my descendants, even if they must be enslaved.”
“Too late, once you’re punished, whatever treasures you have will be mine.”
Among Harlington’s descendants were three strikingly beautiful girls, but Ivan ignored them; the principle of eradicating the roots was sothing he understood too well. Furthermore, for these girls, surviving would be a kind of suffering.
Nevertheless, the iron monunt that the other counted on was an elentary Original Force Treasure; rely one palm would not suffice.
“I belong to the Blood Thunder Throne.”
“Even the Blood Thunder Throne can’t stop this sorcerer from seeking revenge.”
Harlington certainly didn’t want to die; he wished to buy so ti, but Ivan gave him no such chance.
A lion uses its full strength even when fighting a rabbit.
Ivan was always like this. Since a palm wasn’t enough, he switched to the Ten Thousand Dragons Banner, expanding and stretching instantly, inserting directly into the secret land, the banner surface swirling.
In a short while, the entire secret land was directly destroyed, except for the iron monunt caught by the banner surface.
During this process, Harlington and others turned to ashes, leaving no trace.
Once again, Ivan marveled at the domineering aspect of the Ten Thousand Dragons Banner. Not only could it command and suppress all laws, rendering the enemy’s thods ineffective, but it could also obliterate everything; is there anything it couldn’t withstand any longer?
“Oh, that was quick.”
As he put away the iron monunt left by Harlington, he sensed soone was approaching with Rule Power, already not far away; who knows what promise Harlington made in secret?
Seeing this, he was not alard.
“True Sorcerer Throne, coming to my territory without a word.”
“Blood Thunder Throne, I was just preparing to visit you, though sowhat delayed by matters here; pardon .”
In no ti, Ivan arrived at the other side.
The two stood facing each other, the newcor first stood beside the Poison Dragon King, exactly the Blood Thunder Throne Harlington had ntioned repeatedly, who knows what Harlington promised secretly, for him to arrive so quickly.
“Master, save .”
“Shut up.”
The Poison Dragon King had a bitter face; just as he began to plead for help, the Blood Thunder Throne suppressed him down.
The Blood Thunder Throne realized he arrived one step too late, and his face turned quite ugly.
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