In their eyes, Wang Zheng was already regarded as a demon king who had just successfully transformed in this border region.

After all, Wang Zheng was shirtless at the moment, his skin was very fair, and he was obviously not a local adventurer or soldier. Moreover, he was wearing pants made of monster hide.

Moreover, he was sitting cross-legged on a blood-red cloud, being fed by strange beasts and mosquitoes (from the other party's perspective).

These clowns from Hongshawadi believed that if Wang Zheng were the Demon King, he would naturally harbor resentment towards China for suppressing alien beasts.

If we could invite them to join the Lion King's ranks, that would be a great achievement.

Even if Wang Zheng wasn't a demon king, but a human from China, no adventurer other than Chinese soldiers would come to this godforsaken place with no benefits whatsoever.

If they are soldiers from China, then things will be much easier.

The sense of mission and responsibility in these people's hearts does not allow them to step into the borders of other countries, no matter how much they are mocked.

Besides, soldiers in China all wear military uniforms, and this person in front of me is definitely not a soldier from Yunnan.

They had done this more than once before, so they had no worries. What they needed to do now was to stabilize the other party and try to secure a powerful demon king to help their leader.

Just as the middle-aged man was laughing heartily, a silver light streaked across the sky and shot towards them.

Before anyone could react, the blade pierced right through his mouth, the immense force sending his body flying. The sharp blade then pierced his throat, pinning him firmly to the ground.

A group of primitive monkeys that had just been laughing wildly suddenly fell silent, like chickens with their necks being choked.

Countless sarcastic remarks were pierced deep into the throat by this slash that cut through the sky.

When they looked up and saw Wang Zheng, his face full of anger, floating over from the clouds, they realized they had misjudged his identity.

The kid opposite me seems to really be a Chinese.

Among this group of arrogant adventurers, one person, failing to grasp the current situation, immediately shouted arrogantly:

"You can't cross the line! You Chinese, I'm going to report you!"

At this moment, Wang Zheng landed lightly, and then the crimson clouds dissipated automatically.

Looking at the few people who were subtly surrounding him, he shook his head and immediately said sarcastically:

"Monkeys are monkeys, they can even speak Chinese, it's really impressive."

Then Wang Zheng raised a finger and slowly said:

"I have some good news for you. First, you guessed right, I am indeed Chinese and a Chinese soldier."

Then he raised his second finger.

"Secondly, I have received your report. Thank you for your oversight of the Chinese military. However, there is no one else here. I am the highest-ranking officer here, and I rejected your report the moment I received it."

Seeing that the group of people surrounding him had mobilized their spiritual energy and then unleashed all sorts of supernatural abilities on him, he realized that they were about to become aware of his surroundings.

Wang Zheng neither dodged nor flinched, but slowly walked to the side of the person who had spoken first, his gaze chilling, and said in a low voice:

"As for the third one, I don't think you'll like it..."

At the same time, two energy blasts, a sharp spear, and a short knife all landed on Wang Zheng.

Then, under the rebound of the Heart of Thorns, the opposing team was blown off balance by their own abilities, falling over and becoming a chaotic mess.

Wang Zheng watched as scalding blood gushed from the mouth of the middle-aged man pinned to the ground. He stepped on the man's face, then slowly pulled out his Miao sword and casually wiped it on the man's body.

His gaze then swept over the group of people.

"Even monkeys know to assess the opponent's strength before provoking them. What makes you think you can mess with me?"

"Oh, right, you guys are all brainless. Why not be decent human beings instead of becoming the Demon King's lackeys?"

At this point, Wang Zheng's eyes turned cold, and he roared:

"You're worse than pigs and dogs!"

The already staggering group of men staggered forward under Wang Zheng's fierce roar, and Wang Zheng held his Miao knife diagonally downwards, then drew a circle.

A sharp white light flashed, and with a spray of blood, eight severed legs appeared on the ground, staining the damp grass by the river red.

"ah!!!!!"

Suddenly, a bloodcurdling scream, like a pig being slaughtered, rang out. The pitiful scream was so heartbreaking that it brought tears to the eyes of those who heard it, and it terrified everyone who heard it.

Looking at their injuries, they were all broken off at the knee, with rough, uneven surfaces, as if they had been smashed apart.

The white leg bone was badly broken from the fracture point, and it wasn't neat at all.

This is not because the knife is not sharp, but because of the person who made it.

But this is for the best, as it will make these people suffer even more.

But Wang Zheng genuinely didn't believe his swordsmanship was that bad.

So after breaking the legs of the middle-aged man who had just undergone oral surgery, he started practicing on the arms of these men.

The guy with the long spear who said he would report Wang Zheng had just fainted from the intense pain of his legs being smashed. Suddenly, he was awakened by another sharp pain. When he saw the scene around him, he wished he could faint again immediately.

Wang Zheng looked at the ten arms he had just cut off, and at the smooth cut surfaces, and nodded in satisfaction.

Seeing that Spear Bro had woken up, Wang Zheng smiled and said to him:

"Look, my knife skills are actually pretty good. As long as you don't move around, I can cut it very neatly."