On board the ship, the pavilion was lit up, singing and dancing were going on, and in the central hall, a beautiful woman was lying down, and around her, some old men were drinking and talking, so happy.
At this moment, a man in black rushed in, and then, with a poof, he knelt down on the ground in a panic: "Greetings... Greetings to the princess and the house masters."
At the sight of the man in black, the smiles on the faces of the old men froze, but in the central hall, the beauty had her eyes closed and her posture elegant, and she looked at the panicked man in black indifferently and said in a soft voice, "What is the hurry? Are you in such a panic?"
"We ...... were ordered to follow the Twelve Deaths to go ahead and block that Han Qianqian, but ......"
Hearing this, several old men already had nervous faces.
On the contrary, that beautiful woman, smiled gently, "Failed did you?"
"The lackey deserves to die." The man in black hurriedly buried his head deeper, and his entire person turned even more fearful and panicked: "That Han Three-thousand is indeed powerful, even though the Twelve Death Gods used their absolute secret techniques, ...... but still lost the battle."
"What?" A group of old men were instantly shocked, and some even dropped their wine glasses on the spot.
The Twelve Gods of Death of the Desert, that is almost in the realm of the desert is the supreme existence, if the Ice God and the old man Chai represent the gods, then the Twelve Gods of Death represent the demons, and is the highest realm of that kind.
In particular, the Twelve Deaths of the Desert have a technique that is almost frightening to people in the Desert Realm, and over the years, many innocent people have died under it and resented it for life.
It was almost a perverted technique.
"But even so, the battle cost the lives of countless people in the Desert Realm, and it was only with the self-sacrifice of many experts that the Twelve Deaths were trapped with great difficulty." One of the old men shook his head and said.
And who else could he be but the Fang family's family head, Fang Watch?
Thinking of that battle, Liu Tao, another old man next to Fang Biao, also had his heart palpitating. Although he was not qualified to participate in that battle, as the head of the Liu family, how could he not know the record about that battle from the family tree?!
It was almost a long and unequalled massacre!
Tens of thousands of blood, the lives of thousands of experts were exchanged for a brief moment of tranquillity, and even today, there is an important ancestral motto among all the great clans that no one in future generations may ever lift the seal on the Twelve Deaths for any reason.
And all this is enough to show how terrifying and powerful the Twelve Deaths are.
"Even the Twelve Deaths have lost their way, who is this Han Qianqian? What should we do next?" Liu Tao said in an urgent voice.
Even if he was a warlike man, even if he hated Han Qianqian to the core, at this moment, Liu Tao could not help but feel some regret and even more fear.
Even the Twelve Deaths couldn't deal with Han Qianqian, who else had the ability and qualification to do so, given the power of his desert?
I am afraid there is no one else!
If Liu Tao was like this, how could Fang watch be any different? Compared to Liu Tao, he regretted it even more, because he was more guilty than the Liu family of killing Old Mr. Chai.
To leave everything behind, to embark on a path of no return, only to meet an enemy who stands before him like a mountain, what chance of victory is there?
Was this bad luck or lucky?
Fang was in tears.
"Miss Lu, Han Qianqian doesn't even die like this, this ......"
"How can this be good?"
"To be an opponent with such a person, this ...... is not looking for death?"
"Before he finds out it was us who made the move, I suggest, let's withdraw."
"That's right, if Han Qianqian kills the general and comes back, for us, this is just like a disaster of extinction."
Fang Watch and Liu Tao had a difficult look on their faces, and aside, the few elders they led or the people from other clans had become even more timid.
After all, the battle in the desert city plus the fact that even the twelve gods of death in the desert had a bad accident had made Han Qianqian's image completely different from that of the god of death in their hearts.
Who would want to fight against the God of Death if they didn't want to live long?
In the centre, that beauty smiled like a city, who else could there be but Lu Ruoxin, who could have such a stunning beauty?
"If you bunch of trash and rubbish, can deal with him, what makes him Han Qianqian?"
Hearing these words, the crowd felt greatly insulted and at the same time puzzled, if that was the case, then why bother with Han Qianqian? A group of people looked at Lu Ruoxin blearily, waiting for her answer ......