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Chapter 716-720

Chapter 716: Your Opponent Is Me

On an island in Nanyang.

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A man in his sixties with graying hair put down his phone with a grim expression on his face.

The fighter jets could not take off, and the warships were all crippled. However, the Huaxianese side did not seem to have suffered any losses.

This situation had exceeded his expectations.

He had expected that the military forces would be able to inflict heavy damage to the Huaxianese even if they might not be able to defeat them.

However, the result had been out of his expectations!

"Useless!" He cursed in a low voice.

Then, he gritted his teeth, and a vicious look appeared on his face.

"Damn Huaxianese, it won't be that easy to destroy me!"

He took a deep breath and walked out.

Outside was a vast plaza, and many figures in black clothes and felt hats were sitting there cross-legged. In front of each of them was a black suitcase.

With a glance, there were at least four to five hundred people.

However, no one made a sound.

All of them had solemn expressions.

Everyone knew that there would be a tough battle later, where one side would be wiped out. Even if they could win, it would be a pyrrhic victory, and many of them would not live to see the sunrise.

That figure walked out, and everyone turned to look at him.

Grandmaster Mulla took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "The Huaxianese... are coming! Everyone, get ready for a bloody battle!"

The people started whispering to each other.

Suddenly, someone stood up and shouted excitedly, "The Huaxianese have gone overboard! We'll fight them to the death!"

"Right! Let's fight them to the death!"

Another person stood up and shouted.

Then, one by one, they stood up and shouted until everyone in the plaza was on their feet.

Mulla nodded in satisfaction. If everyone's morale was high, they still had a chance in this battle.

He turned around and looked to the side.

Three figures were sitting there. One of them was dressed in a monk's robe. He had an aged face and a skinny body. His exposed skin was like gold, shining with a metallic luster.

His appearance was extremely similar to a Hindustani ascetic monk.

The other two were equally as old. One of them gave off a sinister aura.

"Seniors, I'll leave this battle to you!"

Mulla bowed and said respectfully.

The old monk opened his eyes and grunted, "Don't worry, we'll do our best."

The sinister old man said, "The Huaxianese are getting very brazen now. In the time of the old Dragons, they dared not start a battle with us. Now, this new Dragon thinks that he can wipe us out.

"Hmph! You think you can destroy Nanyang? Dream on!"

Mulla smiled, feeling a lot more at ease.

Of the three, two were full Perfected Persons, and one was a half-step Perfected Person. That was equivalent to three Dragons.