Chapter 643

Chapter 643

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

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

opponents!"

"Middleton Alliance, heed my command! 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 any later, 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.

"Kili"

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 flash,

heads rolled, and blood surged to the sky! The entire ascending platform 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 slaughtered like lambs! 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 the last 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 occurred. 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 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.