"Introduction: A young man with mediocre qualifications wins the chance to be a hero. Since that day, he wandered around the world with no enemies.
In order not to leave any regrets in his life, even though his hands are stained with blood, he still couldn't change his belief in becoming stronger.
Who was willing to fight with him at the top again?"

God of War

The lean old man stagnated and stared at Leslie with gloomy eyes, but he was not saying anything.


"Well, this is a grand exchange meeting, so don't bring sectarian disputes here!" A middle-aged man dressed in purple with a small purple sword printed on his chest came out and said in a roundabout way.


"Noah, you, Kevin, the first of the younger generation in Jiangang sects, are awed by my true disciples in magic!" An old man with a small sword that has not yet been sheathed printed on his purple coat stared coldly at Noah's cold vocal track.


Noah turned his eyes at the old man and said in a low voice, "Is it? Orson, your GangZhen Sects lost to Jiangang sects last time, and this time it is still the same!"


The old man sneered, but did not answer.


The purple-clad people around them did not dare to breathe one by one. They sat there straight and did not dare to take over the words of the patriarch of the six top sects in Fantasy continent.


the strength of the old man