God of Fishing



Le Renkuang heaved a sigh. He picked up the black broadsword with one hand and stepped out of the mountain.

"Roar!"

Roar! Roar!

"Is Young Master finally going to take action?"

"Hahaha! Young Master finally can't hold it in anymore."

"Tsk, tsk. From now on, everybody will know the name of Young Master."

"Chaotic times breed great bandits. Our Young Master's time has come."

The bandits who were fighting fiercely for five days were waiting for this moment. Of course, they knew that they couldn't fight for half a month, but they were looking forward to witnessing the rise of Le Renkuang with their own eyes.

But to their surprise, they suppressed their enemies for five days with their bravery.

"What's wrong? That fatty seems to be going to take action."

"Why are those West Wilderness bandits so excited?"

"What's so special about the Young Master of the God Slaying Bandits?"

"No matter how strong he is, he's only in the Perfected Star Transformation Realm. How strong can he be?"

Le Renkuang said peacefully with a smile, "Everyone, come back! Leave the rest to me."

"Yes, Young Master."

For a moment, the 28 bandits who were fighting fiercely agreed and then stopped. But the strong masters of the Ancient Demon Race felt that these people had finally been beaten to such an exhausted state. How could they let them go?

At this time, Yang Zhan suddenly shouted in a low voice, "Don't let any of them go! These people are all Monarchs. If we can kill them in one go, we can seriously injure the God Slaying Bandits."

However, as soon as Yang Zhan said so, an ancient demonic dragon that was fighting the bandits suddenly froze, and a black hole appeared behind him.

In the next moment, Le Renkuang's figure had just stepped out of the mountain a moment ago when he walked out of the black hole the next moment. With a slash, the ancient demon dragon-snake's soul was destroyed.

Then, Le Renkuang raised his broadsword, and black flames burned the sky behind him. The black flames transformed into a faceless black giant behind him.

The broadsword rose, the Dao runes surged, the broadsword fell, and black flames enveloped it, ignoring the void distance.

"Pfft!"

An Ancient Demon Heavenly Tiger sensed a life-threatening crisis and its Soul Suppressing Godly Weapon flew out.

However, with a crack, the Soul-Subduing godly weapon was instantly shattered, and the person was killed. Before his soul could escape, he was locked by the black flames and burned to ashes in just a few seconds.

Seeing this, Yang Zhan roared, "Back off! Let me fight him!"

Yang Zhan was brimming with fighting intent. All the strong masters were gathered here, and Le Renkuang, like Wang Han, was obviously a super strong master who was very strong but obscure. Fighting with such a strong master was a real trial.

Le Renkuang chuckled. "I'll kill you with our slashes."

Yang Zhan was inexplicably angry. "In your dream."

With a faint smile on his face, Le Renkuang slashed out, and a boundless baleful aura seemed to sweep across the world. Yang Zhan's expression suddenly changed as he summoned the Giant Vajra Ape. Both of them were shaken back hundreds of kilometers by the baleful aura.

Yang Zhan roared again, "Fuse! Killing Dao!"

Yang Zhan resolutely fused with the giant diamond ape, and his body grew several times larger. The long Vajra stick in his hand thrust out like a spear, seeming to be enhanced by infinite fighting intent.

Someone was shocked. "That's Yang Zhan's Art of Killing Intent. He once defeated five experts on the God Roll with it. How can he use it so quickly?"

On the top of the mountain, the big man holding a bone grinned and said, "He wants to compete with us on killing intent? What is this guy thinking?"

A bandit who retreated couldn't help shaking his head. "Isn't this person underestimating Young Master too much? That's it?"

Someone sighed. "The Carefree-level God Roll doesn't deserve its reputation!"

Seeing this, Le Renkuang chuckled and said, "Killing intent! Isn't this thing used to intimidate people? Do you use it to fight?"

Le Renkuang just waved his hand casually, and a scene of corpses littered everywhere appeared in the void.

Many people were shocked. How many people had this person killed to create such a terrifying scene in his knife intent?

Yang Zhan was also taken aback, feeling that his killing intent was being crushed inch by inch. The power he had been so proud of couldn't resist this almost suffocating power at all.

"Pfft!"

The killing intent was shattered, and half of Yang Zhan's body was blown up.

"This is the second slash."

At that moment, countless strong masters of the Ancient Demon Race charged at him. "Come on, let's cover the retreat. Take Young Master Yang Zhan away."

However, Le Renkuang still smiled and said, "It's useless. I haven't finished slashing."

When Le Renkuang was about to launch the third attack, he saw a big calabash flying close, on which Zhang Xuanyu was waving his hand. "Fatty, fatty…"

Upon hearing this, Le Renkuang couldn't help but look in the direction of the newcomers. He didn't know any of them. However, who else could call him fatty?

Le Renkuang grinned. As he strode forward, hundreds of black holes appeared in the field. Those holes seemed to appear out of thin air, and the experts of the Ancient Demon Race who stayed behind to cover the rear, or the expert who was trying to take Yang Zhan away, suddenly felt their bodies stiffen.

In the next moment, they saw someone walking out of the big hole that sucked them in. It was Le Renkuang, who had seriously injured Yang Zhan with two slashes.

On the battlefield, from each of the hundreds of black holes, a Le Renkuang walked out, each carrying a black long broadsword.