Chapter 1006: Stripped

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Seeing him like this, Wang Yan felt secretly happy, and all the bad breath disappeared. In fact, as he said, this time he accompanied Nan Lian to the Northland to look for relatives, and he was originally in a tourist mentality, wanting to keep a low profile and not to show off.

Unexpectedly, the Northland Tiger, a bunch of idiots, provoked and ridiculed him all the time, so he had no choice but to be high-profile again and again.

He had long been unhappy with the Northland Tiger, and in this case, how could he give him face again?

Since he was an enemy, there was no need to talk about manners with him, and he had to trample him to death when he got the chance. For treasures like the Ice Element Water, Wang Yan left half a drop for him, which was Wang Yan's failure.

As the saying goes, if you don't do it, you won't die!

Anatoly's eyes were ashamed and angry, and he almost swallowed Wang Yan in one gulp. The huge sense of shame overwhelmed his reason and ignored the difference in strength between the two. He was spewing air from his pores, like a toad about to explode.

"Son of Fire! You've gone too far. I'll fight you." Anatoly's bones crackled, and his whole body was full of vigor, ready to fight to the death.

Wang Yan narrowed his eyes and sneered. Since this northern tiger wanted to die, of course he had to fulfill his wish, or at least beat him half to death.

At this moment.

The high priest's deep voice sounded: "Stop."

"Godfather!" Anatoly's whole body shook violently like an epileptic, and he turned his head and roared, "Son of Fire has gone too far."

"Humph!" The high priest snorted coldly, and glared at Anatoly so hard that his whole body felt like it was falling into an ice cellar, and he dared not say anything more. Then he looked at Wang Yan and said, "Son of Flame, I apologize to you on behalf of Anatoly. Also, our Winter God Clan has always been warm and hospitable. Sometimes it is normal for young people to fight with each other, and it is not a deliberate offense. I hope His Highness Son of Flame will not mind and let it go."

Wang Yan's face was full of spring breeze, and his smile was sunny: "Since the high priest has spoken, I will naturally give this face. However, I will trouble the high priest to calculate how much money Anatoly will lose in this bet?"

The high priest's old face changed, and he was a little embarrassed: "It was just a joke, why don't you just forget it?"

Wang Yan's face also became cold in an instant, and he sneered: "How can a serious bet be broken with a joke? If the people of the Winter God Clan like to keep their words, I, the Son of Flame, will admit it."

"Son of Flame, don't go too far." The high priest's face fell a little, and a vast and gloomy atmosphere filled the air. As the chief priest of the Winter God Clan, he is a person who can compete with the chief in terms of power and strength.

Looking at the world, he is a big boss.

"Why, you want to use force to shirk your debt?" Wang Yan sneered, and the scorching flames surged on his body. Under the scorching heat, the remaining ice breath around him was completely driven away.

The aura and majesty of the legendary flame master were fully revealed at this moment.

That's right, Wang Yan is also a serious legendary master. And so far, three legendary masters have died in his hands. With such a record, he is not afraid even when facing the unfathomable chief priest of the Winter God Clan. He has a confident smile on his lips, "If that's the case, why should I give you face. Come on, let me see how good you are at shirking your debt."

At this time, after Wang Yan became a relative of the Winter Goddess, he no longer had any concerns that someone would hinder Nan Lian from finding her relatives. Naturally, he would not have too many good faces towards the gloomy venomous snake like the high priest.

The high priest of the Winter God Clan has always been of high status and worshipped by countless people. After living for most of his life, it was the first time that he was despised so much, and it was a young man in his twenties.

Even if the young man's strength had reached the point where he could compete with him, it was difficult for him to accept it. His old face kept shaking, and he got angry: "Okay, okay. The young people nowadays really make me look at them with new eyes. Then let me experience the power of the Son of Fire."

A breath of ice emerged from his body, and the ice fog boiled wherever he passed, colliding with Wang Yan's flame breath from a distance.

A collision between legendary strongmen was like a lit fuse that was about to explode.

"Enough!" Cole, the patriarch of the Winter God Clan, came out helplessly to resolve the dispute. With a loud shout, he stopped the two of them, and then said with a gloomy face, "High Priest, we Winter Gods are the most particular about keeping our word. That bet was originally proposed by Anatoly, how can it be invalid?"

"Hehe~" Red Tank said coldly with his hands behind his back, "I have always believed that the Winter Gods are a straightforward and excellent nation. If international disputes are caused by violating the bet, I declare on behalf of the Polar Bear Special Service that all consequences will be borne by the Winter Gods themselves."

Red Tank also reminded the high priest that the Son of Flame is a person with a background and organization, and he is not an existence that you can bully at will. Although the Winter Gods are an ancient and powerful fighting race, they are still many times worse than the Huaxia National Non-Bureau.

Relying on the semi-god-level strongman Yan Zun, the rise of the Huaxia National Non-Bureau is unstoppable.

Facing the three legendary masters, the high priest's face turned red and blue, and he said helplessly: "This priest was just joking with the Son of Fire. But in the current situation, even if I sell out the entire Winter God Clan, I can't afford the bet."

This is not a joke. Wang Yan stayed in the pool of ice elements for more than an hour, deducting the 20-minute benchmark. Doubling every minute, that's really a terrifying astronomical figure.

The red tank mocked, "You don't have to pay if you can't afford it. What kind of logic is this? If the Son of Flame loses, the high priest may have another excuse."

The patriarch Cole had no choice but to smooth things over: "Son of Flame, if you really pay the full bet, it may not be realistic. If not, I will make the decision to give you all the land, minerals, fisheries and other industries inherited by Anatoli. If In terms of value, it’s probably worth two billion dollars.”

"puff!"

Anatole almost spurted blood again. This was the time to get him out of the house. Those industries have been passed down from generation to generation.

"A little less." Wang Yan said lightly, "There are also all his cultivation resources, including saint-level treasures."

"Child of Fire!" Anatole roared repeatedly, as if blood was about to spurt out of his eyes.

"And his tiger mount, it looks quite majestic." Wang Yan has no habit of showing mercy to his enemies. "It's mine too."

Kick, kick, kick!

Anatoly took a few steps back and roared angrily: "That's my Icefield Fang Tiger King, you can't tame it."

"So what?" Wang Yan shrugged nonchalantly and said, "If it doesn't accept it, I'll cut off the tiger's penis and soak it in wine to drink. Anyway, it's just a trophy I won casually. I can do with it how I want."

"By the way, take off your storage bracelet first and give it to me."

"And that leather jacket."

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