Liansheng, the chief seatholder, gave Qian Yuqi a look, and the other party understood and waved his hand. The mouth of the fighting tribesman was untied, and immediately the sound of cursing resounded throughout the tent!
"Gan, if you have the guts, let me go. I'll fight you one-on-one or in a group!"
"Boy, you think you can kill me? If you don't agree, I'll beat you up!"
"Roar, come on, fight!"
Everyone in the Demon Cult was speechless. Except for Fang Gan, no one in the tent was below the fifth level of the Semi-Saint. How could you, a mere Daluo Realm warrior, have the courage to speak like that? But he was indeed fierce enough, no wonder he was able to hold off the Demon Cult army for a day!
Fang Gan was even more frightened by the roar and cursing in front of him, and he tightened his grip on the dagger! But his eyes became more determined!
He walked forward step by step, looking at the fighting tribesmen in front of him who kept shouting and cursing, and just pushed forward!
puff!
The semi-saint-level dagger directly pierced the opponent's heart, causing him to slowly fall to the ground and die, but his lips were still muttering, "If you don't accept it, come and fight..."
Then there was no breath at all!
Fang Gan walked up to Lian Sheng and presented the dagger with both hands, "General Manager, I have completed the mission!"
"You are good, and you are very suitable for the path of magic. The dagger is given to you as a gift!"
"Thank you, Chief Steward!"
Fang Gan retreated behind Li Changsheng and silently asked in his mind, "Brother Qiong, this dagger is quite sharp. It must be a treasure, right?"
"It's just a dagger of a semi-saint peak. It's nothing. Back then..."
"Okay, stop bragging. Just give me a Daluo weapon. You don't even have a Zhenwu weapon. In my opinion, you are not as good as the general manager..." Fang Gan interrupted the pretense of Qiongqi in his mind!
Qiongqi roared angrily twice and said nothing more. He was just a soul body now. The most he could do was to help Fang Gan practice and provide some skills. He really couldn't do anything else!
Liansheng looked up at the sky and said coldly, "Pass on this general's order to launch a full-scale attack on the battle city tomorrow!"
"Yes, sir!" All the members of the Demon Cult in the big tent bowed in response!
On the second day, in the battle city, countless tribesmen stood on the wall. A large number of them were injured, which was caused by the injuries they received yesterday when resisting the Demon Cult army. However, none of the tribesmen showed the slightest fear. Instead, they all had ferocious looks on their faces!
The leader was a tribe member who was three meters tall and had the cultivation level of the ninth level of the Half Saint. He was the patriarch of the Fighting Clan, Zhan Tiandi! Looking at the demon cult army slowly approaching from the opposite side, his eyes showed bloodthirstiness and fighting intent!
"The Demon Cult is coming to attack us. Are we, the Fighting Clan, afraid of them?"
"Don't be afraid, I'm not afraid of shit, just beat me and I'll be done!"
"Yes, Chief, give the order. My sword is thirsty for fire!"
"Uh..." At once, countless voices requesting to fight were heard, echoing throughout the entire battle city!
Zhan Tian nodded. His fighting clan was born to fight. All their lives they were either fighting or on their way to fight. They were fearless. Even the royal family of Qingqiu Kingdom did not dare to provoke them!
At this time, Liansheng was standing opposite the city gate, looking at Zhan Tiandi on the city wall with a look of fighting spirit on his face, and he showed interest!
"General Manager, this person is the current leader of the Battle Clan, Zhan Tiandi, who has reached the ninth level of Semi-Saint!" Qian Yuqi bowed and said.
"The current clan leader!"
Liansheng showed his curiosity. You know, at the semi-saint realm, the lifespan is measured in hundreds of thousands of years, and a clan leader can be in office for hundreds of thousands of years. The current clan leader sounds quite weird!
Qian Yuqi also showed a bit of strangeness, saying, "This fighting tribe has had twelve clan leaders in the past ten thousand years, and the previous eleven were killed in battle! I even heard that one was beaten to death for provoking a passing Monkey King!"
Shit! Even the steady Liansheng opened his mouth slightly. It was really not easy for this tribe to survive until now!
"Let's go, send them off!" Lian Sheng waved his hand and the demon cult army instantly rushed towards the city!
"Kill!" The fighting tribes instantly jumped out of the city and fought bravely!
Zhan Tiandi struck Lian Sheng with a palm and shouted, "Tearing Dragon and Hunting Tiger Palm!"
An endless fierce aura emerged in the sky!
"Kill!" Liansheng's face was cold, and the bloody sword energy was instantly cut out!
Boom! Rip!
With a loud bang, Zhan Tiandi flew backwards thousands of meters, spitting blood, while Liansheng did not move. The winner was immediately apparent!
But Zhan Tiandi didn't hesitate at all and rushed towards Liansheng again. For a moment, the horrifying aftermath in the sky continued to spread!
The Demon Cult army and the Fighting Clan below also started fighting, and the strength was still overwhelming. The Fighting Clan was completely slaughtered one-sidedly.
But there is one thing that is different this time. In the past, when the Demon Cult massacred other cities, even if there was resistance at the beginning, there would always be people begging for mercy everywhere later!
But at this moment, there was no sound of begging for mercy, only the sound of fighting and the opponent's shouting!
"Fight me if you don't obey! Come on..."
Unfortunately, no matter how loud the shouting is, it cannot make up for the gap in strength!
Bang!
Zhan Tiandi flew backwards for hundreds of miles in the sky, and knelt in mid-air, blood oozing from the corners of his mouth, his eyes showing a fanatical fighting spirit, and he shouted, "Fuck you! I don't accept it!"
After shouting, he lowered his head and lost his breath. The twelfth patriarch of the Fighting Clan in nearly ten thousand years was completely dead!
Li Changsheng flew to Liansheng in the sky and said in a deep voice, "General Manager, do we need to leave some of the fighting tribesmen behind? I think this tribe is really fierce! You can capture some and throw them into the Demon Cult's Trial Forest to let the new disciples practice!"
Liansheng nodded after hearing this! "Okay!"
The battle below lasted until midnight. A small half of all the fighting tribesmen were knocked unconscious and captured alive, and the rest were all killed in battle!
The entire battle city has completely turned into a dead city!
…
In the central hall of the capital of Qingqiu State, a giant nine-tailed fox sat on top with a solemn look on its face!
An old fox man stood below, bowing and saluting upwards!
"Lord, although the fighting tribe is brave, they will definitely not be able to hold on. Lord, please let us escape!"
"Escape? How can I possibly escape? This Qingqiu Kingdom is where I have fought for tens of thousands of years. Even if I die, I will die here!"
"Master Fox, listen to my orders!"
"Immediately take our elite disciples and leave Qingqiu Country and find another place!"
“Also, go to Jiuding Sect and tell the Third Princess that there is no need to avenge me. Tell her to follow Zhao Li well. This boy will definitely be extraordinary in the future, and may even reach the stunning realm of nobility!”
The old fox looked at the king with a calm face, sighed, bowed again, and his figure slowly disappeared into the palace!
At this time, most of the creatures in the capital of Qingqiu Kingdom had already fled, and those left were basically the fox clan and some races that were die-hard Qingqiu loyalists!
All living creatures stood on the city wall, looking at the demon army flying from afar, with fear and persistence in their eyes!
The life-and-death battle for Qingqiu is about to begin!
——
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
