Golden Wheel Monk usurped the throne
The waters off Japan, at the border of our nation.
Ye Feng, caught up in the thrill of the battle, roared to the sky.
kill!
kill!
kill!
The Japanese warriors were completely powerless to fight back, like ants under a dragon's feet, easily crushed with a mere gesture, utterly helpless.
"Seventh Senior Sister, how many martial artists have you killed?"
Jiang Yinuo's voice came through the rumbling sound of the waves.
"It's close to 30,000, isn't it?"
Huang Fengyi's excited voice came back.
"Seventh brother, keep it up! I'm about to overtake you, haha."
Liu Shiru, surrounded by thunder dragons, spoke loudly.
"Come on, I'm almost at 40,000, looks like I'm going to win this round."
Ye Feng said calmly.
"My three senior sisters, I'm about to reach 100,000."
The three were shocked.
"Junior brother, you're incredibly powerful! Your inner universe has exploded!"
"After you get back, have your senior sister give you a thorough check-up."
"No place can be overlooked."
kill!
kill!
kill!
Four powerful killing intents caused the Japanese warriors to scream in agony, their bodies and horses falling to the ground.
The world and the weather changed color.
The entire sea area, including the ocean, was dyed blood red, as if one were in a hellish realm.
Ye Feng
Many Chinese people watched this scene via satellite broadcast and were thrilled.
"Well done!"
"As expected of Ye Tianshen, he slaughtered so many Japanese soldiers that their heads rolled like crazy!"
"Support Ye Tianshen!"
"Ye Tianshen, the hero of the Great Xia Dynasty, is the pride of our nation!"
"For this reason alone, I must join the Blood Mist Sect and follow Ye Tianshen to the death."
"Don't even dream about it. Those who are qualified to join the Blood Mist Sect are all top elites."
"That's right. I heard that the Blood Mist Sect's recruitment advertisement was posted not long ago, and already millions of martial artists have submitted their resumes."
"I heard that quite a few of them are Martial Grandmasters."
"Now, the Blood Mist Sect is teeming with talent, with Heavenly Realm experts everywhere and Earthly Realm experts as common as pigs and dogs."
"No matter what, I won't let go of even the slightest chance, even if it means being Ye Tianshen's lapdog."
"Ye Tianshen has countless sycophants around him; you're not even in the running."
"Exactly, we don't need you. I have a better chance."
"None of you are good enough. I'm the only one qualified to be a simp. I've decided to establish a simp sect, with myself as its leader. We're now recruiting disciples, specifically those martial artists who aren't qualified to join the Blood Mist Sect."
The internet is buzzing with excitement.
Any post about Ye Tianshen was instantly pinned to the top, attracting numerous discussions below.
Right now.
In the capital city of the Great Xia Dynasty.
Deep within the Purple Mountain Range that surrounds the entire capital, amidst towering peaks and deep valleys, lies a cluster of palaces stretching out in a continuous arc.
At this moment, shouts of battle could be heard coming from inside the temple.
This is the Qingcang Temple, one of the four great war god temples of the Great Xia Dynasty.
Ever since the last time the War God Sima Qingcang was killed by Ye Feng at the 80th birthday celebration of the old eunuch Wei Jinzhong.
The Qingcang Temple was thrown into chaos.
Under Sima Qingcang, fierce infighting erupted among his subordinates in their struggle for the position of Palace Master of the Qingcang Temple.
Ultimately, Jinlun Fawang, one of the four Dharma Kings under Sima Qingcang, successfully ascended to the position and became the new master of the Qingcang Temple.
At this moment, the Golden Wheel Dharma King sat imposingly on the throne at the top of the main hall, wearing golden armor, holding a sharp sword, and exuding an aura of authority.
The sword was stained with blood, which dripped onto the ground.
Two corpses lay before him.
The corpse, clad in armor forged from black iron, was the Iron Wheel Dharma King from the temple, who had been killed by a single sword strike to the throat.
The other corpse, dressed in bronze armor, was the Bronze Wheel Dharma King from the temple, who died from having his chest pierced.
The blood flowing from their bodies pooled on the ground.
Both of these Dharma Kings were killed by him because they were vying with him for the position of Temple Master.
Along with their subordinates, they were all massacred.
Swish—
The Golden Wheel Monk pointed his long sword at the Silver Wheel Monk below, who was clad in silver armor, and spoke with a chilling aura.
"Silver Wheel Dharma King, do you want to die? Or do you want to live?"
The Golden Wheel Dharma King's oppressive aura swept in like a vast ocean.
Although the Silver Wheel Dharma King was only one minor level lower than his opponent.
However, there is still a significant gap in strength between the two sides, making it difficult for them to compete.
The higher the level of a martial artist, the more difficult it is to advance further.
Therefore, for them, every small step they take will lead to a significant leap in their strength.
Therefore, even if the Silver Wheel Dharma King, the Bronze Wheel Dharma King, and the Iron Wheel Dharma King joined forces, they would not be a match for the Golden Wheel Dharma King.
The Silver Wheel Dharma King was unable to withstand the pressure and was so frightened that his legs went weak. He knelt down in front of the Golden Wheel Dharma King, kowtowing and begging for mercy.
"Your subordinate greets the Palace Master."
"Your subordinate knows he was wrong, please spare my life, Your Highness."
"From now on, everyone in the Qingcang Divine Palace shall revere the Palace Master!"
The Golden Wheel Dharma King stepped on the Silver Wheel Dharma King's head, laughed arrogantly, and said with satisfaction.
"very good."
"Silver Wheel, I'll spare your life since you're sensible."
"From now on, just stay by my side obediently, and you'll naturally benefit from it."
"Yes, yes!"
The Silver Wheel Dharma King pressed his head against the cold ground, his eyes filled with resentment and malice, yet he was helpless.
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