Chapter 643


    Chapter 643


    If they didn''t kill Chris, the two of them would forever be nailed to the pir of shame by their martial


    arts peers! Chris nced at the two men and looked away, saying lightly, "Defeated opponents!"


    "Middleton Alliance, heed mymand! Charge!"


    "Where is the Ghost Sect? If not now, when?"


    Faced with Chris''s humiliation, Guardian Michael and Zen could no longer bear it. They exerted all their


    strength to ascend the steps and issued the order for a final battle to their subordinates.


    "Master has reached the top! Follow me to protect Master!" Seeing the situation, Tiger roared.


    In an instant, a hundred royal guards followed Tiger, charging forward without hesitation. "Not good,


    Chris''s people are moving first!"


    "Charge!!!"


    "That''s right! If we''re anyter, the Dragon Emblem fragment will be taken by Chris!"


    Seeing Tiger and his men already on the move, everyone from the Middleton Alliance, Ghost Sect, and


    other martial artists began to move as well. Chris stood at the top, his hands behind his back, like a


    statue.


    In his eyes, these thousands of martial artists were like a group of extremely humble ants. They


    couldn''t arouse his slightest interest! Leaving the situation to Tiger and his men was enough.


    "Kill!"


    Chris spoke, his voice cold and clear, like the vast snow in December.


    "Kill!"


    "Kill!"


    "Kill!"


    In an instant, the royal guards who had entered the battlefield earlier turned around. In a sh, heads


    rolled, and blood surged to the sky! The entire ascending tform was filled with the sounds of killing.


    Blood stained the earth red, and corpses covered the steps!


    Guardian Michael and Zen had bloodshot eyes, filled with hatred. How could they not hate? Their


    forces were being ughtered likembs! But they had no other choice. Their only hope was to ascend


    and snatch the Dragon Emblem fragment!


    At the same time, countless martial artists had the same mindset. Although more and more people


    were dying on the steps, no one gave up. The tomb was right in front of them. After enduring countless


    hardships, how could they give up at thest moment? Moreover, even though the hundreds of royal


    guards were like divine soldiers, numerous ants would eventually bite an elephant to death!


    As time passed, all the royal guards inevitably suffered injuries. The martial artists became even more


    excited, as they saw the dawn of victory!


    Suddenly, an unexpected event urred. Members of the Middleton Alliance and Ghost Sect began to


    fart violently!


    "Damn it! It stinks to death! Men, retreat!" Tiger covered his nose and shouted. In an instant, a hundred


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    royal guards retreated, leaving the battlefield empty. The blood seemed even thicker!


    In just that short time, Tiger and the royal guards had killed hundreds more. Now, the Middleton


    Alliance had only about a thousand people left. The once mighty Middleton Alliance, with three


    thousand masters, had lost two-thirds of its force, suffering heavy casualties!


    As for the Ghost Sect... they had brought eight hundred masters. Now, there were less than three


    hundred people left. It was incredibly tragic!


    But at this moment, no one cared about Tiger. Both the Middleton Alliance and the Ghost Sect felt


    something was wrong with their stomachs. As their stomachs churned like a stormy sea, a torrent of


    foul-smelling farts followed.


    "Ah! My stomach!"


    "It hurts! It hurts so much! It''s killing me!"


    "I really want to poop!"


    More and more people writhed in pain on the stone steps. Some even defecated and urinated on the


    spot. Many people started cursing and then began to cry.