"Hohohohohohoho, the rules are actually very simple. Just kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill,... kill to the last one! That's that simple, hohohoho!"

The hoarse and old voice repeatedly recited "Kill Kill", as if the sinful lich was singing a spell to summon the demon of the abyss. The sentence "Kill to the last one left" was like a demon laughing evilly!

The Battle Royale of Desert Island is not a gimmick, but a real killing game?

Almost everyone changed their faces.

However, except for a few cowards who were trembling with fear, most players could still remain calm because they did not believe that the organizer dared to openly turn the regular game of the whole country's attention into a killing game.

You should know that the contestants present are the most outstanding geniuses among Chinese teenagers aged 16 to 20. If something happens to them, the whole country will be shocked and the whole people will be furious. Not to mention the organizer of the Battle of the Dragon and the Young Phoenix, even the National Magic and Martial Arts Association cannot bear such consequences.

Lu Wuya bowed to the distance and said respectfully: "Senior, if you have any disrespect for the younger generations, please tell me bluntly, why bother such a joke?"

This nine sons of the Wu League from the Xiaoyao Sect, as the third seed second only to Li Guangming and Su Liuli, had gathered the largest group during this period and became the absolute leader of the largest group. He stood up and spoke at this time, and instantly raised his prestige to the highest level.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a sharp palm wind came from nowhere, and a dark crack was cut in the sky and landed on the top of Lu Wuya's head.

Lu Wuya's face changed drastically, and he quickly supported the sky with his palms, shouted softly, condensed a thick ice-type magic weapon, trying to resist the palm wind containing dark energy.

boom!

The Ice Gang was instantly blown away, and the dark palm wind fell from the sky like a shadow arrow, piercing straight from the top of Lu Wuya's head!

"ah!"

A series of wriggling black marks immediately climbed on Lu Wuya's face, and his eyes suddenly widened, and his eyes were almost glaring out.

This young genius from the Xiaoyao Sect had no grace as elegant as before. At this time, he had a ferocious face, holding his head and screaming, and rolling on the ground. When the black mark disappeared and the pain stopped, he was panting violently, his face was full of trance and fear, and he was extremely embarrassed.

"Hohoho, do you think I'm joking?"

Treating Lu Wuya like this means that the old man has no concerns about the Martial Alliance and the Xiaoyao Sect at all. He used ruthless means to prove that the "rules" he just mentioned were serious.

The old man seemed to be planning to force them to "kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, only the last one left."

The prides of the emperors in the square had never experienced such a thing, and they were all confused all at once.

“This...is impossible…”

"Where is the organizer? Where are the organizers??"

Everyone panicked.

"Hohoho, the organizer? I have been poisoned by me for a long time, but don't worry, although these idiots randomly modify my husband's rules, I still spared their lives with compassion without using deadly poison. At most, they would paralyze them for a few years. Don't think about escaping. I'm already covered with bone-eating poison on the border of the square. If you touch a little, it's hard to save the gods."

The old man's words frightened everyone present, and the organizers were all poisoned?

Now everyone had to extinguish their last hope and face the cruel reality, because after entering the square, none of the organizers showed up. This was too unreasonable, and what the old man said was probably true.

No one dared to try to escape from the square. With the old man's magical power, it seems that it is not difficult to cover the boundary of the square. No one will try it with his own life.

"Kill, kill, kill here, kill only one person can walk out of here alive, hohoho!"

The hoarse laughter exudes cruel madness.

Everyone looked at each other, and the large group that had originally gathered slowly dispersed like a piece of loose sand. Isn’t those battle royale movies all performed like this? Some selfish bastards will take action first and kill the person closest to them at this time.

Everyone was vigilantly paying attention to the changes around them, and no one moved, but they were all wary of someone taking action suddenly.

"Hohoho, if you don't do it, I will kill one randomly in one minute!"

The old man put another layer of heavy pressure on him.

The atmosphere was solemn and suppressed, and everyone's nerves reached the critical point, like a secret room filled with oxygen. Whoever took the lead in doing it would be like lighting a match in the secret room, which would cause a violent explosion.

"Wait! I have something to say!"

After Lu Wuya, another bold "junior" stood up and everyone looked at him. It turned out to be Bai Lengye, the leader of the second largest group.

"Hohohohoho, you still have fifty seconds."

The old man did not refuse Bai Lengye's last struggle.

Bai Lengye took a deep breath and said loudly: "Old senior, I know your identity, and I know that you are a person of temperament, but I will never kill people randomly. You must have your reasons for doing this. Can you tell me why you want us to kill each other so much?"

A trace of cold sweat oozed out of Bai Lengye's forehead, and he felt extremely nervous. The more he knew the identity of the old man, the more he knew that he was not joking. However, this old man was the most stubborn and the most fickle person. The key was whether he could convince him.

Bai Lengye was worried that the old man’s reason was too nonsensical.

The old man was silent for a few seconds and said, "Because I am not long-lasting, I want to find a successor. I am called the God of Killing. Whoever can survive to the end will become my successor!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's expressions changed again.

Kill God!

These two words finally made them fully understand their current situation.

Thirty years ago, world peace was facing the biggest crisis. World War III was on the verge of an outbreak, and armies of various countries kept rubbing on the border.

At that time, a general appeared in China that made the enemy scared. He charged forward and killed countless enemies. He once destroyed ten thousand powerful soldiers with one man's strength. He killed the national borders overnight and was regarded as the "God of Killing" by the world!

Later, the friction between countries gradually subsided after the intervention of the Magic and Martial Arts Roundtable. Fortunately, the Third World War did not break out. However, when peace was about to come, the general's wife and children were brutally killed by spies who were mixed into the country.

The general was crazy and fell into the devil's way. In order to track down the murderer, he traveled all over the country, destroyed countless spy organizations and became the real "killer god".

This general with great military merits killed countless people, and no one could limit his crazy behavior, because although he was not a king, he had the strength of a king, and his martial arts were comparable to the twelve big bosses at the round table.

The strongest king can really do whatever he wants.

Now, the general called the God of Killing did another crazy thing to do whatever he wanted. He wanted these five hundred young geniuses who represent the future of the country to kill each other until he left a descendant who was most suitable for the way of "killing".

Now no one has the naive idea that all this is just a joke. General Killing God is a crazy person. He is not long after his life, so he must be even more crazy. This "battle royale" is by no means a joke.

Some people even have murderous intent flashes in their eyes. What they win in the end is not only life, but also the successors of the God of Killing, which is enough to make some people crazy.

A temporary peaceful situation is like an frozen lake and may break at any time.

A trace of despair flashed in Bai Lengye's eyes, but he still gritted his teeth and made a final struggle, shouting: "Apart from killing each other, is there no other way to choose a successor who is satisfied with the senior?"
Chapter completed!