"Young Master, this matter must be avoided. We don't know that Chen Tian. If he betrays us, it will be very bad."
A voice filled with anxiety rang out from a simple house.
In the room, Okoro was sitting on a chair with a look of indifference on his face, and in front of him was a middle-aged man with the cultivation of an intermediate great spiritual master.
"General Jason, at this time, we have no choice. I don't want to do nothing and just wait here." Okoro stared at the middle-aged man in front of him and said.
"It's too dangerous to do this. If the marshal and others knew about it, they would definitely oppose you doing this." Jason said solemnly: "It's best to kill that Chen Tian now, otherwise he will most likely betray us.
"
"Jason, do I still need you to teach me how to do things?" Okoro slammed the table, anger showing on his face.
"My subordinates dare not."
Seeing Okro's anger, Jason had no choice but to shut his mouth obediently, and after slowly lowering his head, two imperceptible cold lights flashed past.
"It's been three days since I entered seclusion, and I don't know how Chen Tian's condition is."
With a cold snort, Okoro stood up from his chair, walked to the door of the house, turned his back to Jason, and murmured in a worried tone.
"My young master, you will know soon."
At this time, a cold word sounded from behind O'Rourke, and then a strong wind hit, targeting O'Rourke's waist.
Feeling the strong wind coming from behind, Okoro was frightened. With his instinctive combat experience, a powerful spiritual power surged out along the veins, forming a spiritual power shield at an extremely fast speed, covering it up.
Covered in it.
"Peng."
There was a muffled sound, and then there was the sound of the shield shattering. Okro's hastily formed shield was instantly shattered, and a heavy blow hit his waist.
The huge force struck, and Okoro was instantly pushed backwards. A mouthful of scarlet blood protruded in mid-air, and then he fell hard to the dirty and dusty ground.
"Jason, what are you doing?"
The severe pain in his waist made Okro suddenly break out in a cold sweat. With a cold look in his eyes, he stumbled up and stared at Jason with angry eyes.
"My dear Master Okoro, if you had stayed here obediently, there would not have been such a result, but you just refused to listen. In this case, I have no choice but to deal with you, and then go down and kill the guy who is in retreat.
Chen Tian, in this way, my mission is completed."
Ignoring the hatred in Okro's eyes, Jason sneered twice, licked his lips fiercely, and said.
"You, you traitor, our Oak family worked so hard to train you in vain. I didn't expect that you actually raised a white-eyed wolf."
Now, no matter how stupid Okoro is, he can still guess what kind of role Jason plays.
"People go to higher places, and water flows to lower places. If you Oak family members want to die, I won't accompany you." Jason sneered, and took steps towards Okro.
"Someone is coming!"
Okoro was seriously injured in the sneak attack just now. It was extremely difficult to breathe, let alone use his spiritual power to fight back, even though he shouted loudly.
"There's no need to call out, Master Okoro. Those dozen or so gold-medal guards have been dealt with by me a long time ago. Even if you scream until your throat is broken, no one will come to save you."
"You despicable traitor."
After hearing the news, Okoro's eyes flashed with despair. Now unless a miracle occurs, he will have to explain it here today.
"Jason is honored to be praised by Master Okoro. Don't worry, Chen Tian will go with you soon. You won't be alone." Jason sneered again and again and said.
When these words fell, Jason's body suddenly accelerated, and he came to Okro's side in an instant. He raised his foot and swiped away, sending Okro flying away and hitting the cold stone wall.
"Ahem."
The gown on the back was wet with cold sweat. Okoro's face was full of despair. He kept coughing, blood spilled from his mouth, and his eyes stared at Jason, as if he wanted to eat the latter alive.
"Look carefully, lest you forget who killed you when you get to the Palace of the King of Hell."
With a relaxed look on his face, Jason strode to Okro, slowly raised his hand, his mind moved slightly, and an orange energy instantly enveloped his fist.
"Die."
Under Okro's cannibalistic gaze, Jason's face showed a ferocious look, and he suddenly used his right hand to hit Okro's head with a whistling sound.
The fist gradually enlarged in his pupils, and Okoro's face showed a look of despair and unwillingness. He never thought that he would die in the hands of a traitor.
However, now Okoro has no strength to resist and can only let the fist hit his head.
"Peng."
A muffled sound came out, and Okoro felt dizzy, and the fist in his pupils was enlarged to the extreme.
"Huh? What's going on?"
Suddenly, Okoro made a confused sound from his mouth. The fist was very close to him, but it did not hit his head. Instead, cold sweat broke out on Jason's forehead.
This made Okro extremely confused. His eyes rolled around and he discovered that there was a huge fist grabbing Jason's arm so firmly that the latter could not break away at all.
"Kid! The tone you spoke just now was quite arrogant." The person who grabbed Jason's arm laughed jokingly.
"you wanna die."
No one could accept being called a child for someone who was several decades old. Of course, the same was true for Jason. He raised his other hand from the ground and swept his right foot towards the person who was speaking.
"Peng."
Unfortunately, Jason kicked the iron plate and his right foot was easily caught by the speaker.
"roll."
An angry scolding came from the man's mouth, and then he suddenly used force to easily lift Jason up and hit him hard on the ground, instantly causing the latter's head to bleed and make him dizzy.
"You're so capable, and you still want to imitate others in killing people?"
With a sneer, the person picked up Jason again, then put down his hands, and Jason flew out like a puppet, hitting the cold wall hard, and spitting out blood from his mouth.
"Hey, little brother, are you okay?" After dealing with Jason, the visitor turned to look at Okoro, shrugged and said.
"You really left the customs in time. If it had been a little late, we would have been separated from each other." When he saw the appearance of the visitor, Okoro breathed a sigh of relief, held back the severe pain, and said.
The person who came was none other than Chen Tian, who was practicing in seclusion. He was in extremely good spirits at this time.
"Don't say it so harshly, but you have to thank me properly later."
With an evil curve at the corner of his mouth, Chen Tian turned his head and fixed his gaze on Jason, who was still struggling.
"These days, being a traitor has to pay a price, haven't you heard?"
With his eyes fixed on Jason, Chen Tian stepped forward and slowly walked towards him.
"You, why did you get out of seclusion so quickly?"
Jason no longer looked as arrogant as before, his eyes were full of terror, and his lips were trembling. He had never felt that death was so close to him.
"With a scum like you here, can I not come out as soon as possible?"
After shrugging his shoulders, Chen Tian came to Jason after saying these words and looked at him with emotionless eyes.
"Kill me, and none of you can escape." Sensing the coldness in Chen Tian's eyes, Jason said in horror.
"Why should I run away?"
Cold words spat out from Chen Tian's mouth, and then he gently circulated his spiritual power, and a stream of yellow spiritual power surged out along his veins, wrapping around his fist like a glove.
"Yellow spiritual power, Great Spiritual Master? Did you succeed?"
That yellow spiritual power, Jason's eyes were filled with shock, and he shouted.
"Take this news and report it to Hell, and say hello to the King of Hell for me."
With a ferocious look on his face, Chen Tian shouted angrily, and then he suddenly exerted force with his right hand. His fist turned into an afterimage, and with a terrifying sonic boom sound, he hit Jason in the head under the horrified gaze.
"No." An unwilling roar came out of Jason's mouth.
"Peng."
That unwilling roar could not save his life. Chen Tian's right fist hit his head fiercely. In an instant, his brain exploded like fireworks and blood mist rose.
"call out."
In just an instant, Chen Tian released his spiritual power and formed a yellow shield in front of him, blocking the heads and the blood mist.
"Spirit general and great spiritual master are indeed two different realms. This unique sense of power is really intoxicating."
After removing the spiritual shield, Chen Tian slowly closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of being in control of everything in the world. This feeling was something that he could not experience when he was in the realm of a great spiritual master.
"Hey, there is a patient here, can you stop being so narcissistic?"
Just as Chen Tian closed his eyes and enjoyed it, a very weak and filled with words sounded in the space.
Hearing this, Chen Tian shook his head, opened his eyes, took steps, stepped on the dusty ground, and walked towards Okro.
Soon he came to Okoro. Chen Tian squatted down and reached into his arms. After searching for a while, he took out a bottle of elixir and threw Okoro at it.
"I didn't expect that you really succeeded. Today's young spiritual generals are really scary." Okoro sighed after receiving the elixir thrown by Chen Tian.
"Quick, quick, quick, surround this place for me."
At this time, there was a sudden roar outside the house, as well as the sound of dense footsteps. It was obvious that a large number of people were coming, and it took only an instant to surround the house.
"Oops, we're surrounded." Hearing the noise outside, Okoro turned pale.
"Are you able to move?" Chen Tian asked with indifference written on his face.
"Boss, it's hard for me to move now, but as long as you give me half a quarter of an hour, I will be able to recover a little, and then I can use my wings to leave you."
"Hey, I'm just telling you, boss, I'll guarantee your life." Chen Tian said shamelessly with a sinister curve in the corner of his mouth.
"Then what are you going to do?" Okoro asked in shock.
"Of course, a killing spree."
Two cold gleams flashed across his eyes, a word full of murderous intent rippled through the room, and the temperature in the air dropped a bit.
