775 Cut off the last blade of grass in your heart
His body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, using the momentum to escape. The hatred in his heart surged like a raging sea, determined to secretly return and kill all the families of the three people he met today.
"The assassination attempt by King Wu will show you what terror is!" The old man's eyes were like a murderous glint, sinister and vicious.
Like a demon returned from hell!
Nian Qiangguo's eyes were incredibly calm, his demeanor as serene as winter snow. He gripped his spear tightly, his muscles taut, as if he were concentrating all his power into this single strike.
A powerful current converged on the spear, emitting a buzzing sound, like the roar of ten thousand dragons, slaying the thorn in its side.
Behind them, a hundred people were being continuously supplied with an invisible force!
Concentrate before unleashing a deadly strike!
In the blink of an eye, the old man immediately took over and started walking!
In an instant, Nian Qiangguo moved like lightning, his spear transforming into a sharp bolt of lightning as he thrust straight forward.
In an instant, the wind stopped and the trees stood still. This strike was extremely fierce and incredibly fast!
The old man was in mid-air when he suddenly felt a blur before his eyes. He raised his sword and slashed at the void, but then felt a sharp pain on his forehead!
Then the spear pierced through his skull with unstoppable force.
Then blood splattered everywhere, like nineteen beautiful blood flowers blooming in the air.
Nineteen holes were pierced through his forehead and body, and blood gushed out, staining his clothes red.
It fell to the ground with a thud!
He wasn't much different from ordinary people, except that his body was heavier and his voice was louder!
His eyes were filled with terror and despair, lingering attachment, and a deep regret that prevented him from uttering a sound.
It was as if it were saying, 'I should have run away, I should have run away in the first place, I shouldn't have come out in the first place, I regret it!'
Hot blood still dripped from the spear of the young man, but his eyes remained unchanged!
He said softly, "Ghost Hunchback, did you ever think of this day when you were torturing and killing innocent people?"
In this distant ditch, bones lie scattered everywhere, yet you show not a shred of pity!
And your wicked son will soon follow you!
A family should never be lonely!
And your master too…
His voice grew softer and softer until finally he could only speak to himself silently, not wanting to tell anyone.
If you speak but fail to convey your meaning, you'll ultimately be a joke!
The Tiger Fang Gang was destroyed, and the old master was killed. Before Nian Qiangguo could even wave his hand, the soldiers behind him had already charged in, like two armies facing off, spears charging, charging, piercing through the remaining forces of the Tiger Fang Gang!
The higher one's position, the more one knows; the more one knows, the more one desires to change, but the less power one has to. One suffers inner turmoil, with no one to confide in!
As if the anger that had been building up in his chest for a thousand years had finally found an outlet, Nian Qiangguo suddenly felt his heart expand, like a giant dragon breaking free of countless shackles, soaring straight into the sky!
I've never felt so exhilarated before!
The longing for power and the helplessness of being unable to defeat his enemies weighed heavily on his heart, like two mountains pressing down on him, almost suffocating him.
But at this moment, leaning against the big tree, it was as if he was wielding a giant axe of heaven and earth, cutting off the chains that bound him one by one. The exhilarating feeling of liberation made him almost want to roar to the sky!
In the shadows, the young man fought a bloody battle and eventually transformed!
He bowed deeply to the two venerable Martial Kings, Qing and Feng, and respectfully thanked them, saying, "Thank you both!"
The two veteran generals, Qing and Feng, smiled slightly and nodded without saying a word.
At this point in their lives, they have seen through the vanity of wealth and fame. Whether it's a great reputation or a spiritual elevation, it's all irrelevant to them. They only want to follow Elder Yun, contribute their remaining energy, build a legacy for their descendants!
Thinking of their most talented son, who was only at the fifth level and unable to break through, the two felt a pang of regret. Otherwise, with a successor, if Elder Yun had broken through and been sent to his personal guard, the chances of him becoming a Martial King in the future would have been much greater.
But if it's below level six, sending it over would be a bit of an eyesore.
Although there aren't many Martial Kings in the Northern Army, there are quite a few at the sixth level. Moreover, once Elder Yun's power spreads, many other soldiers will surely take the initiative to join him.
The difference between "Martial Emperor" and "Martial Sovereign" is as vast as the difference between heaven and earth!
At this moment, in what seems to be a tranquil courtyard, beside the tea table, Elder Yun and Old Ghost sit facing each other.
The soldiers around him had already silently and quickly departed. Elder Yun sighed softly, a complex look in his eyes.
He leaned slightly forward and whispered to the old ghost, "Old friend, today's events, and many things that will follow, will require your help!"
Their eyes met, as if a thousand words were unspoken.
The elderly general smiled slightly, his eyes and eyebrows radiating a warm and gentle feeling.
He said softly, "Old Ghost Yun, there's no need for thanks. Our friendship doesn't need that."
But when you have your precious daughter send over some local specialties later, don't forget to give me a share.
My old appetite is really craving all those delicious things from your place.
Old Master Yun shook his head and smiled.
The old general smiled solemnly and clasped his hands in a fist salute, saying, "I will obey your orders, General. Now that my old friend has become a Martial Emperor, there shouldn't be any overt obstacles to the allocation of a section of the royal city."
But those in the secret passage probably won't give in easily!
But don't worry about these few things, old buddy, I'll definitely take care of them for you. My gun isn't old yet!
Unless absolutely necessary, I will not let you take action!
Old Yun shook his head slightly, then nodded slightly, and thanked him softly, "Thank you for your trouble, old friend!"
He frowned slightly and said softly, "Regarding last night's events, I managed to glean a glimpse of the dragon energy from the fragments of dragon energy, and the dragon energy of the royal city has already completely vanished."
I don't know who the other people who received such great fortune are.
But I fear chaos may ensue, and we must proceed with caution.
The old man nodded. He had already gathered information about the events of last night and whispered, "Last night the eldest prince was deposed, and the Confucian scholar Sun, with his fierce spirit, is probably not long for this world!"
All the princes have gathered at the palace. What if a new crown prince is chosen?
Elder Yun's expression turned slightly solemn, and he said firmly in a soft voice, "Regardless of the many princes, who will become the emperor?"
Before the Holy Emperor returns, this northern region will still operate according to the Holy Emperor's rules!
As for the prince, we will wait and see.
Unless one of the princes breaks through to the Martial Emperor realm, otherwise...
The old man was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, but since he was not yet the Martial Emperor, he naturally did not understand the implications and nodded slightly.
He said softly, "Good, old buddy, you understand. I get it. From now on, the soldiers should act with even more confidence and without fear!"
The old man thought for a moment, his expression shifting slightly, and he said softly with a touch of emotion, "From tonight onwards, our door will be bustling with activity, as numerous guests and invitations arrive one after another!"
Their enthusiasm was so intense, like a tidal wave, that I had to politely decline and not respond last night.
But the head of the Meng family personally visited last night, bringing a detailed list of supplies, the prices of which were remarkably low, demonstrating their sincerity.
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