Chapter 1030 How Dare You Go Against the Son of Fire

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High Priest Salal has long known that the Son of Fire is a despicable person. His adopted son Anatole had suffered losses at his hands many times before.

He was just taking precautions, but unexpectedly, he still figured it out. I really don’t know what he has been through and where he learned these despicable and shameless things. He didn't even let him finish his words...

The poor high priest, even if he was a hundred times smarter, he still couldn't figure out Wang Yan's tactics, which all stemmed from his early gaming career in school.

When it comes to playing games, if you want to become a master, in addition to personal skills and teamwork, vulgarity and acting skills are two essential qualities.

"Snapped!"

The high priest's back hit a pillar hard, and gravel flew everywhere, almost breaking the pillar. Blood spurted from his mouth, and he was filled with shame and anger.

Thanks to his good strength, his physical fitness has reached an incredible level. Although this attack was cruel enough, it could not kill him.

Anger fermented in his body, and the power of ice brewed above his head. The dense clouds gathered into an ancient beast, with a majestic image and exuding the aura of a king. It was the totem power of the high priest.

Damn son of fire, I will tear you to pieces. Just when the high priest was about to jump forward and fight the Son of Fire.

A sigh sounded in front of him: "Hey, Salar, why are you doing this?"

Cole, the leader of the Winter God Tribe, appeared in front of him at some point. Wearing a simple animal skin, he looked at the high priest with weather-beaten eyes. His eyes were full of pain and regret: "You are the high priest of the tribe, and also Elder who has watched me grow up, I have always respected you and regarded you as the most noble idol in my heart. Why would you betray the Winter Goddess who has been protected by us for generations?"

"Kole, you are only sixty or seventy years old, so what do you know?" High Priest Salal roared with a ferocious face, "We, the Winter God Clan, are just a group of dogs raised by the bitch of the Winter Goddess. Do you remember the three More than ten years ago, a rare epidemic occurred in our Winter God tribe. Many tribesmen were tortured and threatened by the plague. When I watched one of my descendants die, I prayed devoutly to the Goddess of Winter for help~ I hope she saves me. Our child~"

At this point, the high priest laughed crazily and sadly: "But you also know the result. Thirty thousand of our entire Winter God clan died in that one time. And the Goddess of Winter never showed up from the beginning to the end. This What’s the point of having a goddess?”

"Perhaps you have a certain point." Chief Cole sighed, "But Her Majesty the Goddess has protected our tribe for thousands of years, and each of us has a little blood of the Winter Goddess flowing in our bodies. Moreover, I believe that Her Majesty the Goddess There must be a reason. Salar, stop it."

"Different Taoists do not agree with each other." The high priest said with a ferocious smile, "What's more, I have reached this point and there is no way back."

"In that case, there is only one battle." The patriarch Cole raised his rough hand, and an exaggerated and ferocious ax appeared in his hand. Under the influence of the ice law, he was covered in a A layer of armor-like ice crystals.

With one step of his foot, he rushed towards the high priest like an ancient ice tyrannosaurus. The ice crystal battle ax in his hand seemed to have the power to open up the world.

He is truly worthy of being the leader of the Winter God Clan. As soon as he takes action, he displays the aura of a peerless master.

The high priest waved the sacrificial staff in his hand, and the condensed totem monster roared and greeted the patriarch Cole. The two top masters of the Winter God Clan collided with each other with a power that could destroy the world.

Even the entire Winter Goddess Altar began to buzz and tremble.

Several flowers bloomed, one branch each, just as the patriarch Cole blocked the high priest for Wang Yan. Wang Yan has already seized the opportunity to move. It can be said that he just doesn't move at all, and his movements are astonishing. His whole body was covered with a layer of blazing flames, and he was in the state of a backward meteor, exploding towards the statue of the goddess.

His goal is simple, first save the Winter Goddess. She was now enveloped by that strange energy net. If we get out of trouble, I dare not say that we can reverse the current situation, but at least we can add a powerful force to our own side.

Although the strength of the Winter Goddess is far less than that in her prime, her law level should be very high.

"What a plan!"

When the Ice and Snow God Envoy and others saw this, they couldn't help but secretly praise him. Wang Yan had not moved from beginning to end, but when he moved, he had the momentum of galloping, pointing directly at the enemy's heart weakness.

But just when Wang Yan was about to pull towards the energy grid that seemed to be specifically aimed at the soul, a cold breath stabbed towards his back, and the pores all over his body exploded in an instant.

Wang Yan stopped his hand immediately, spun backward in the air, arched his body, and punched out violently.

"boom!"

His punch collided with an evil and substantial force, and red flames and gray aura bloomed in all directions.

The attacker seemed unable to withstand Wang Yan's punch, and flew over ten meters away before stopping. He was dressed fiercely in a black robe, exuding a cold and evil aura. Jie Jie smiled strangely and said: "You are indeed the son of the flame, so powerful."

This person is of course the Plaguebringer, an old devil that even the Ice and Snow God is very afraid of.

In this head-on fight with Wang Yan, he seemed to have suffered a bit. A blush flashed across his thin face, and his black robe was burned in many places by the flames.

Wang Yan, however, had a calm expression, floating in the air coldly. On his right fist, a black corrosive aura spread to his wrist at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if it was going straight to his heart.

"Haha, you dare to use such a trick in front of me." Wang Yan laughed sarcastically, and with the flow of Yang fire in his body, the black and gray auras instantly dissipated completely.

Pure Yang True Fire is a Yang fire that can destroy all evil spirits in the world. And Wang Yan's flame level is still higher than Pure Yang True Fire.

"Hehe~ Son of Flame, you are so arrogant." The Plague Envoy laughed strangely, "Before, in the Starry Sky Academy, you ruined our plan and killed the Banshee. We haven't settled the score with you yet. Now you dare to interfere with our plan again. Are you going to go against our Black Death Legion to the end? You are really brave!"

"Idiot!"

Wang Yan sneered and curled his lips, "What Black Death Legion? You are just a group of revived remnants. Don't brag to me here, as if you are so great. I think you are really brave, actually going against the Son of Flame of the Huaxia National Non-Agency!"

"You!" The Plague Envoy's old face changed, and he was speechless after being rebuked by Wang Yan.

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