Boom.

The building collapsed, burying Carlyle in rubble.

When the gods saw this scene, their hearts skipped a beat and they quickly bowed their heads.

"You have to learn more from me."

The old fortune teller looked at Xiao Chen and said seriously.

"I understand, I will work hard to become stronger."

Xiao Chen's blood is boiling and his strength is so awesome that he can do whatever he wants!

"No, you have to be like me and convince others with your virtue."

The old fortune teller said seriously.

"You see, they are all convinced now and know my good intentions."

"..."

Xiao Chen looked at the old fortune teller and was speechless.

Are you kidding me?

Convince others with virtue?

Stepping on other people's heads and destroying them at every turn, is this to convince people with virtue?

Does it have anything to do with convincing people with virtue?

Wow.

The ruins collapsed, and Carlyle stood up from the ruins.

He was covered in dust, especially the blood on his head mixed with dust, which made him look particularly miserable.

He stood on the ruins and looked at the old fortune teller, but there was no movement.

He wanted to kill him, but he didn't dare.

But if I don't kill him, for a moment... I don't know what to do.

He regretted a little, why did he get up? If he had known this, he would lie down in the ruins.

It's really embarrassing to be stuck here.

"come over."

The old fortune teller turned his head and looked at Carlyle who was standing there.

Carlyle hesitated, you asked me to step forward, I will step forward? How shameless would I be?

But think about it again, does he still have face today?

Carlyle slowly stepped forward and came to the old fortune teller.

The old fortune teller pointed at Xiao Chen: "Come on, tell me, now that he has the confidence, has he spoken like that?"

"have."

Carlyle looked at Xiao Chen and gritted his teeth.

"If I told you that if I didn't show up, you would be dead now, would you believe it?"

The old fortune teller says again.

"What?"

Carlyle's expression changed when he heard the old fortune teller's words.

"impossible."

"Huh, impossible?"

The old fortune teller sneered.

"Do you think I need to lie to you? He has a trump card and can easily kill you."

"..."

Carlyle looked at Xiao Chen again, thinking about how arrogant he was before, and felt a little embarrassed in his heart. Did he really have a trump card that could kill him?

It seems that he said before that one sword can kill him?

it is true?

"The truth may not sound good, but I have to tell you that killing you is a bit of a waste."
Chapter completed!