Returning after 10000 Years Cultivation

The mercenary king was terrified, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

In the world, there are such strong men lurking in the dark. If they are born together, the world will be in chaos!

"this……"

Not to mention him, all the members of the Rothschild family were pale, horrified, and even couldn't help but want to turn around and run away.

This destructive power seems to be stronger than the legendary Jiang Taichu, one person can destroy a city.

Anna Lian felt her legs go limp, and a burst of dampness filled the depths of her body, as if she was about to have a diabetes insipidus.

The torrential blood light came to the sky above the castle, suddenly disappeared, and disappeared out of thin air.

"My people, come in!"

At the same time, the gate of the ancient castle was opened, and a beautiful and sweet voice like silk came from the hall of the ancient castle.

Trembling and dazed, Annalian followed her father and the others into the hall step by step.

On the high platform near the wall in the hall, on the golden seat studded with rubies, a young man in a medieval aristocratic dress and a black high-necked cloak put down the "Discover" magazine in his hand, showing an almost sick look. Pale face.

Battelle has a face that does not belong to humans. The facial features are well-defined and three-dimensional, the skin is crystal clear, and the blue blood vessels can be seen in it. The whole person is like an elf.

It's not handsome, it's not handsome, it can only be called beauty, a kind of breathtaking feminine beauty.

Anna Lian has been in the fashion industry for many years, and she has been in contact with supermodels, celebrities, and celebrities. Among them are members of the royal family of some countries, who can be said to be well-informed and picky.

"He is so handsome?"

But at this moment, she hardly dared to look directly at Battelle, what kind of star fresh meat is like a scum in front of Battelle.

If he was a star, Anna Lian would definitely become his diehard fan.

Watch every movie of his, every concert, buy every record of his, and dedicate all savings to idols.

Battelle is so charming, full of godhead, and seems to be filled with a holy blood.

His every gesture, gesture, and casual look made her heart beat faster, and she was so excited that she almost passed out of shock.

It's not just her.

All the women in the Rothschild family have this feeling of rapid heartbeat, suffocation, and accelerated secretion of adrenal glands. They can't help but want to get close to him and worship him.

Even Nathan's wife, who had been in menopause for many years, felt wet.

As for men such as Raymond and James who thought highly of themselves.

Undoubtedly, they were all ashamed of themselves and wished they could find a crack in the ground and disappear in front of Battelle.

"Little Nathan, don't worry!"

Battelle stood up, flicked the black cloak, and said with a disdainful smile:

"I'll kill Jiang Taichu for you. No matter how strong he is, he's still trash compared to a duke-level vampire!"

With a simple movement, he exudes amazing charm, which has attracted cheers from many women.

"The French blood god is invincible. You are the most powerful existence in France! We believe in you! We worship you! Love you!"

Battelle nodded slightly, and said elegantly and calmly:

"I know, he once killed Zeus, but I killed the older generation of Zeus a hundred years ago!"

"However, if it weren't for the cooperation of the Holy See with the modern army, who would be my opponent? Europe is my world!"

"But he is able to kill the contemporary Zeus. After all, he is a little capable. To be on the safe side, I still summon a duke-level blood clan and several marquises to deal with him together!"

"Thank you Lord Blood God Battelle. From now on, the Rothschild family will serve you more faithfully. We are willing to give you everything we have!"

Nathan knelt on the ground, climbed up like a loyal dog, and humbly kissed Battelle's toes, full of gratitude.

"Unexpectedly, our Rothschild family actually enshrines the real French blood god!"

"He killed the older generation of Zeus, he is so powerful! Jiang Taichu is absolutely invincible!"

Many members of the Rothschild family were also in high spirits, as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

"Hmph, if Jiang Taichu dares to come, he will be courting death!"

Anna Lian Yubai raised her chin and snorted proudly.

Even if Battelle is not the backstage of Luo's family, she still has to support Battelle, after all Battelle is too handsome.

Just when everyone was elated and talking about it.

"Paris! This crazy woman!"

Raymond's cell phone rang, and it turned out to be an overseas call from Paris.

Raymond reported to his father, and Nathan still allowed him to pick it up, but this time Paris came to find Mr. Nathan.

"Mr. Nathan, doesn't it feel good to be turned into a homeless dog?"

Nathan answered his son's phone call, and heard Paris sarcastically speaking like this.

"Paris, don't be complacent! You don't even know my cards!"

Summoning the Black Duke Martel, Nathan became more confident and snorted proudly.

"Paris, don't be disrespectful to Mr. Nathan!"

At this time, Marshall took the phone and said to Nathan in a kind tone:

"Mr. Nathan, in terms of business and politics, we have cooperated many times, and I also cherish the friendship we once had."

"Surrender and admit defeat, and pay the family property to Sodoni. I will persuade Mr. Jiang to leave you a life and a little property. After all, you are such an old age. Drinking tea, raising flowers, and enjoying your old age is not very good. okay?"

Marshall is completely kind, after all, the California consortium and the Rothschild family have also cooperated.

He thought to himself, Nathan bowed his head and admitted his mistake, and had a better attitude, so that Jiang Tian could calm down. If he made peace again, he believed that Jiang Tian would give him a three-pointer.

He did it entirely with good intentions.

But these words were particularly unpleasant to Nathan's ears, making him unbearable.

He sneered and said, "Marshall, there's no need! The friendship between you and me has been completely destroyed by you. From now on, we will end our friendship!"

If the French blood god Battelle did not agree to help, he would not dare to be so stubborn.

Jiang Tian even defeated the French army. How could a secular family survive?

But now he is not afraid. As long as Battelle makes a move, Jiang Taichu is no match. Maybe Rothschild will become the most powerful family in the world in the future!

"Nathan, where does your confidence come from? Why are you so stubborn?" Mr. Marshall sighed deeply.

"Where does my self-confidence come from? Huh, I, Nathan, have acted all my life, why should I explain to you?"

Nathan's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he choked proudly:

"You should still worry about Jiang Taichu and yourself. Don't worry, after Jiang Taichu's death, I will not let any of you gang of California consortiums who are helping tigers make trouble!"

"Well, I hope you don't regret it!" On the other side of the phone, Marshall shook his head helplessly.

"It may be you who regret it!"

Mr. Nathan smiled coldly and hung up the phone directly.

I am about to counterattack, how can I regret it?

The Rothschild family is backed by a real duke-level vampire, how could they lose?

What is the concept of a duke-level vampire? Beyond the realm of gods, comparable to immortals and saints!

You know, Battelle once killed the older generation of Zeus and repelled the entire temple of the gods!

"Master Blood God, hmph, this cunning Marshall must know that you are my backer, so he called to cling to the relationship?"

Seeing Battelle looking over inquiringly, Nathan shook his head with a sneer and said with disdain:

"Even if he begs for mercy again, even if Jiang Taichu comes to beg for mercy in person, it will be too late, let them die in remorse!"

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"Haha, you think I will beg for mercy, who gave you such confidence?"

At this moment, a voice full of sarcasm sounded strangely and abruptly in the hall.

Everyone was shocked to find that a tall and imposing figure suddenly appeared at the door, with black hair and black pupils, and a face like a jade crown.

"He is Jiang Taichu!"

Raymond was so startled that he subconsciously took a few steps back, his heart skipping a beat.

But Nathan, who was an old man, took a step forward and said proudly: "Jiang Taichu, you still dare to come. As a strong man, should this be the castle of Mr. Black Duke Battelle? Are you here to die?"

"It's not like I haven't killed a few blood-sucking stinky bats. What's so weird?"

With his hands behind his back, Jiang Tian looked at Battelle calmly, and said indifferently: "Battelle, I want to destroy the whole family of the Rothschild family. Now you have two choices, get out! Or die!"

"Jiang Taichu, you are arrogant, you don't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth, don't you know that your death is imminent?"

Anna Lian pointed at Jiang Tian and mocked, full of gloating.

This Chinese man looks ordinary, not as handsome as Battelle, and dares to be an enemy of the Rothschild family, he wants to die!

"Hehe, you are Jiang Taichu?"

Battelle's voice came slowly, somewhat ethereal, as if his voice was coming from all directions.

"Do you know what crime you have committed?"

Battelle is like a god above the nine heavens, now judging Jiang Tian with the attitude of looking down on the ants.

"Sin? I'm not interested in discussing this with you!"

Jiang Tian felt amused, shook his head and said, "I've already said, you either die or get out!"

"The dogma of the vampire family, if you provoke the worshipers of the blood family, the blood family will kill them! This is your sin!"

Battelle's voice is pleasant, silky like brocade, but with a monstrous contemptuous arrogance:

"Although you Jiang Taichu is strong, in the eyes of my blood clan, you are no different from an ant! Now, I sentence you to death!"

"You are so tall, dare to judge me? You talk too much nonsense, you are like a motherfucker! If you want to fight, then stop talking nonsense and act as soon as possible!"

The corner of Jiang Tian's mouth curled up in a mocking arc, his eyes were disdainful.

"You are courting death!"

Battle roared angrily.

His face was suddenly cold, twisted and ferocious, two sharp white fangs popped out quickly, and blood was surging all over his body.

It's about to do something to Jiang Tian.