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How could the Hun Yuanzi not know why Feng Wuhuang had come?

The reason the Dragoons descended on the Chaotic Continent was to suppress them.

Hun Yuanzi was not an idiot. Letting his men be cannon fodder was absolutely impossible.

"Hun Yuanzi, regardless of whether you are truly confused or just pretending to be confused, please listen up carefully and don't miss a single word that I am about to say."

Feng Wuhuang's tone was eerie and cold, obviously a little angry.

If not for the fact that Hun Yuanzi still had some Cultivation experience and he needed to borrow the Mixed Yuan Gate's power, he would have started a massacre long ago.

Hun Yuanzi's face was as heavy as water, his eyes revealed signs of despair.

From the looks of it, he wouldn't be able to escape this calamity.

I came to the Chaotic Continent this time, and was personally ordered by the Dragon emperor his majesty to suppress the war between the Wind and Insect Tribes. In order to maintain the order in the Chaotic Continent, I am here to expropriate your Mixed Yuan Gate disciples.

Feng Wuhuang lectured at a leisurely pace.

His every word was extremely clear, afraid that someone wouldn't hear it clearly.

"Old thing, do you understand Captain Feng's words now?"

The arrogant Dragon Cavalry chimed in.

His name was "Ye Lang", he had become Feng Wuhuang's disciple two hundred years ago, and his talent was extraordinary.

Ye Lang's growth trajectory was extremely similar to that of the young Feng Wuhuang.

Feng Wuhuang could vaguely see his own reflection in his body, which was why he had such a strong preference for Ye Lang.

It was because of this preference that Ye Lang's arrogance was greatly boosted.

Logically speaking, today's negotiation was between Feng Wuhuang and Hun Yuanzi, and the people below could not interrupt.

But Ye Lang kept on making a ruckus, to the point of being impudent.

Yet Feng Wuhuang was completely indifferent to it, which showed how much he liked Ye Lang.

"Old thing, why are you in a daze?" Kneel down and kowtow to Captain Feng? "

Ye Lang stared at Hun Yuanzi and scolded.

"Kowtow?"

The corner of Hun Yuanzi's mouth twitched.

If Feng Wuhuang wanted to use his Mixed Yuan Gate as cannon fodder, he had to kowtow and thank him instead.

"Captain Feng coming to Mixed Yuan Gate, this is your Mixed Yuan Gate's honor, your disciples are being expropriated by your Captain Feng, this is doing it because you have a high opinion of him, don't be so shameless!"

Ye Lang righteously and confidently berated.

When the words came out, it immediately caused a commotion.

Many elders and disciples of the Mixed Yuan Gate were angered by Ye Lang's words.

"What is this kid?" "Truly looking down on everyone else."

"Hmph, if you want to use us as cannon fodder, you want us to kowtow three times and give nine kowtows of thanks?"

"He's going too far, he's going way too far!"

The crowd instantly burst into complaints and protests.

"It seems that some people have already forgotten. Who was it that resolved the chaos in the upper realms and allowed the various races to enjoy peace for ten thousand years?"

Feng Wuhuang's face turned cold, a killing intent was brewing in his heart.

"Master Captain, let me teach these guys a lesson."

Ye Lang knelt down on one knee and took the initiative to challenge his.

"Go!"

Feng Wuhuang nodded lightly.

Receiving Feng Wuhuang's permission, Ye Lang's face immediately filled with excitement, his eyes becoming fanatical and bloodthirsty.

Swish!

He suddenly stood up, and a strong killing intent swept out.

"You dare to disobey the orders of the Captain Feng? "It seems like all of you are tired of living. Who was the one who was clamoring just now? All of you, get out here right now!"

Ye Lang's thunderous roar shook the entire arena.

His hawk-like eyes scanned the crowd one by one.

That heart palpitating gaze caused everyone to withdraw and not dare to look directly at him.

"You … Come up here and die! "

Ye Lang's gaze locked onto a Mixed Yuan Gate disciple.

Swish!

His five fingers grabbed at the air, directly pulling this disciple out of the crowd.

"You … "What do you want to do …"

The disciple's face was deathly pale and he was scared out of his wits.

"Didn't you just shout happily? That we are going too far. Very well, I will tell you now what is true going too far! "

Ye Lang sneered, his hands moved like lightning, and instantly enveloped the disciple's head.

"Slash ~ ~ ~"

In a flash, the disciple was dismembered on the spot.

The pungent smell of blood filled the entire square.

This scene caused the entire Mixed Yuan Gate to erupt into a frenzy. Countless roars swept through the world like a tsunami.

In the Mixed Yuan Gate, killing Mixed Yuan Gate's disciples was not just a provocation, but a trampling on their dignity.

"Little animal, you will die a horrible death!"

The Hun Yuanzi's anger was ignited, a dense killing intent burst out from his eyes.

Since the creation of the Mixed Yuan Gate, he had never suffered such humiliation.

"Hun Yuanzi, this is a matter between the younger generation. Let me give you a word of advice. You'd better not interfere."

And just at this moment, Feng Wuhuang sneered, and gave a stern warning.

The meaning behind his words was that if Hun Yuanzi made a move, he would immediately order his annihilation.

"You …"

Hun Yuanzi's face was pale, his heart was filled with endless grievance.

But facing this tyrannical Feng Wuhuang, he had no way of knowing.

"Since you're not willing to cooperate with me, it's only right that you suffer a bit."

Feng Wuhuang laughed coldly.

And at that moment, Ye Lang became even more arrogant, since Hun Yuanzi was suppressed, he could do whatever he wanted.

"Hahaha …" Anyone else can't accept this, all of you, stop right there! "

Ye Lang looked up to the sky and laughed sinisterly.

"Damn it …"

Seeing Ye Lang being so arrogant, many disciples of the Mixed Yuan Gate were angry but none dared to say anything.

"You, you … And you guys, come out and die, haha … "

Ye Lang revealed a bloodthirsty smile.

He randomly caught a few disciples, and before they could react, he tore them to shreds with extremely brutal methods.

"Hahaha …" No wonder an old thing like you isn't willing to cooperate, so it turns out that your sect is full of useless people, and I can't even take a single move against them, it's simply a group of garbage. "

Ye Lang laughed crazily.

Looking at his attitude, he would not rest until he had killed all the disciples of Mixed Yuan Gate.

"Little animal, don't be too arrogant. Mixed Yuan Gate has plenty of genius!"

At this moment, a sneer was suddenly heard.

Everyone's expression changed drastically as they looked at that person in unison.

A green-gowned man walked out of the crowd with an angry expression on his face.

"It's the Young Lord?"

"Why is he here? He shouldn't have appeared at such an occasion. "

Everyone in Mixed Yuan Gate was shocked.

Hun Yuanzi has a son and a daughter. Their grandson is maple and their granddaughter is Yu Yun.

This green-gowned man was the maple.

As the maple s of the sect s, they naturally could not bear to see Mixed Yuan Gate being humiliated again and again.2

"Little animal, don't you want to fight? I'll fight you. "

maple stared at Ye Lang, his eyes filled with killing intent.

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