"I'll take care of it."

"OK."

When Xiao Chen saw the old fortune teller saying this, he didn't say anything more.

As word spread, more and more people showed up.

"He is really the same person back then."

"Back then, he showed super strength, otherwise why would people be afraid of him."

"Yeah, without strength, "Godly Covenant" is just a joke."

"..."

Some gods discussed it, but they did not come forward.

Since some people want to test the old fortune teller's ability in public, they are happy to watch the fun.

They also wanted to know whether this person was qualified to summon the Western gods to gather here.

"They said that you or the "Godly Covenant" is like a hanging sword, hanging above your head..."

The leader stared at the old fortune teller, his voice cold to the bone.

"Today, I will chop off your head with the death knife."

"I want to see something."

The old fortune teller nodded and looked at Xiao Chen and others.

"You guys stand back."

"Okay, old fortune teller, behave well and don't embarrass me."

Xiao Chen didn't pay attention to the situation in front of him. He was an old fortune teller and was invincible!

What kind of bullshit god of death can easily get beaten to death if he comes to show off.

"Be careful."

Amaterasu gave a warning.

"I know."

The old fortune teller nodded and stepped forward slowly.

Swish.

The seven gods of death attacked the old fortune teller almost simultaneously.

Especially the leader, the aura that permeates the air is not weaker than Carlyle's, or even stronger.

He is the real God of Death.

He is not bragging. In the West, whoever he wants to die must die!
Chapter completed!