Mafia Don And His 7 Sisters by Bryson Salazar

Mafia Don And His 7 Sisters by Bryson Salazar Chapter 236 Nameless devine skill, demonic skill?

The leader of Demonism was bold. Normally, it was normal for him not to wear clothes because he

had to train in the blood tank.

And he was very proud.

There was a vast expanse of resources.

Even if he played with those female pets in front of the crowd, he didn’t feel shameful at all.

Unexpectedly.

After taking a glance at him, John said jokingly, “It’s just one or two inches. Don’t make a fool of

yourself by taking it out.”

Only one or two inches?

The leader was stunned for a moment, and then realized that John was saying that he was short!

As a man, the most taboo is to hear two words, one is short, and the other is fast.

It was a man’s dignity.

John’s words were obviously ruthless, trampling the dignity of the leader.

Damn it!

The leader cursed and suddenly punched out with his fists, forming a terrifying shadow of the blood

dragon.

Hideous!

Ferocious!

Bloody!

“Level nine refining energy?”

Seeing that the leader of Demonism made a move, John restrained the playful expression on his face

and became more focused.

It was not because he was afraid of the opponent’s strength, but because the leader in front of him was

the first opponent who was a cultivator that John had met.

This was a very memorable thing.

So he decided to take it seriously.

He started to use his Nameless divine skill.

Boom!

Streams of vital energy surged out from John’s fists, but his vital energy was cyan, much milder than

the blood red vital energy of the sect leader.

His cultivation level had been suppressed to level nine.

He wanted to compare his nameless divine skill with his opponent’s bloody cultivation skill at the same

level.

“Brat, you’re digging your own graves!”

The leader of Demonism, of course, didn’t know that John had suppressed his cultivation level and

thought that they were all at level nine.

In the system of cultivators, the vital energy of the cultivators from the evil sect was generally more

domineering and violent at the same level, so the overall strength of the cultivators from the evil sect

must be stronger.

The leader of Demonism cultivated the skills of the evil sect. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have used so

much blood to cultivate it.

He was confident.

His bloodbath skill could break John’s arm with a punch.

In the blink of an eye.

The two men’s fists collided.

Bang!

With a loud noise, two streams of vital energy with distinct colors collided crazily, splashing out circles

of incomparably brilliant light of vital energy, but the smell that spread out was not so

pleasant.

It was the smell of blood from the leader’s vital energy after it exploded.

It was extremely rich.

“Boy, since you are also a cultivator, don’t you understand that under the same realm, don’t fight

with the cultivators of the evil sect?”

The leader of Demonism grinned hideously.

But the next second, his face changed dramatically.

It could even be described as horror.

Because he saw an extremely strange scene.

His blood red life energy was being devoured!

Devoured?

How could it be possible!

The leader widened his eyes and said in horror, “Boy, what kind of skill do you practice?”

What did his vital energy being devoured mean?

It meant that the skill that John practiced was more overbearing than the bloodbath skill of the sect

leader!

In other words.

John also practiced the demonic skill!

However, what the leader could not understand was that the color of the demonic skill should not be

like this.

There were only two colors of the skills of the evil sect. One was like the leader’s, and the other was

the dark color. And most importantly, the aura was fierce and overbearing.

But the color of John’s vital energy was ancient cyan, which was condensed by a very pure decent

cultivator.

The weirdest thing was that.

At the beginning, the leader felt that John’s vital energy was gentle, which gave him an illusion that he

could easily crush him, but when they really fought, he found that it was not the case.

The cyan vital energy looked harmless on the surface, but in fact, when it intertwined with the blood

colored vital energy, it seemed to have turned into an endless black hole, crazily devouring the vital

energy of the sect leader.

How could the skill of a decent cultivator be like this?

It was obviously a demonic skill!

Demonic skill!!

“Are you also a cultivator of the evil sect?”

The leader said with his eyes wide open in disbelief.

John didn’t answer his question but frowned slightly.

This strange situation was also out of his expectation.

How could the nameless divine skill he practiced devour the vital energy of his opponent?

And what’s more, it was the evil vital energy his skill was devouring.

Then John thought about before, the time that he joked with Alice back then. He devoured all the vital

energy that Alice generated. At that time, Alice said very worriedly that this technique was too weird.

She was afraid there was something wrong with this skill.

However.

The nameless divine skill was given to him by his master. If there was really something wrong with the

skill, why did he teach him in the first place?

John couldn’t figure it out.

At this moment.

The leader had taken the initiative to retreat, but even so, the blood red vital energy in his hand

seemed to be inextricably connected. It was sucked, devoured and assimilated by John’s vital energy

from afar.

“Damn it! Whether you are a cultivator of the orthodox faction or a cultivator of the rebel faction, will kill

you here today!”

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The leader suddenly roared, and a strange black mist suddenly popped out of his body. With a snort,

he cut off the vital energy that had been sucked in, and then kept a little of the remaining vital energy in

his body.