1382: C1382 The Truth of the Past(6)

C1382 The Truth of the Past(6)

Article 1382. The truth of the past (6)

"Fan Hong!"

Qin Xu could no longer sit still. He moved, turning into a ray of light and appeared in front of Prince Fan in front of everyone's eyes. "Our main bloodline admits defeat. Quickly let him out!"

This Qin Xu was too anxious. His tone was stiff and carried a faint commanding tone.

Prince Fan frowned. As the king with a different surname and Xuanyuan Yanjun's trusted general, and whether it was in terms of seniority or strength, he was a lot stronger than this Qin Xu. How could he tolerate Qin Xu's disrespectful tone?

"Before the war, it was already confirmed that it was a life-and-death battle. It's not your place to interfere with the result!"

Fan Hong sneered and rejected Qin Xu's unreasonable request.

"Fan Hong, this is the internal affairs of our main pulse of Qin and collateral vein. Could it be that you want to interfere?"

Qin Xu's face was filled with displeasure, and he immediately denounced Prince Fan.

The Qin nationality was the leader of the Great Yan Dynastys, and it possessed monstrous strength. Even the Ten Royal Families had to be wary of it. Qin Xu was used to being arrogant and domineering, and Qin Zhengrong was suffering from inhuman torture. There was a risk of perishing at any time.

"Get lost!"

Fan Hong shouted coldly. A Soul Inflammation shot out from between his brows and struck Qin Xu with lightning speed.

"Ah!"

Qin Xu screamed and fell onto the ice cold Wasteland.

The Wasteland was dead silent, especially The Most Powerful, who had come from the five great The Most Powerfuls. Each and every one of them had shocked expressions on their faces.

Wasn't this Prince Fan's foundation a little too strong? He had used up such a huge amount of elemental energy to control the ancient battlefield, but he was still able to divert his attention and suppress Qin Xu.

This Qin Xu's strength was very strong. He could be ranked in the top ten of the entire Qin nationality.

. . .

Within the ancient battlefield, the mountain region collapsed. The thunder bloomed, revealing the cracks on the void, as if it was going to collapse at any moment.

"I said it, I said it all!"

At this moment, Qin Zhengrong no longer had the arrogance he had before. He was begging with a long face.

With a thought, Qin Sheng lowered the Soul Fire of the Soul Lamp to the lowest level. Finally, Qin Zhengrong could speak normally. He looked at Qin Sheng who was standing outside the Soul Lamp, revealing a look of fear and dodging.

"You should know my temper. If you dare to lie to me again, I will burn you for a hundred years!"

Qin Sheng's voice was not loud, but it made Qin Zhengrong's face turn pale and shiver.

"Is this man a devil?"

Qin Zhengrong had doubts in his heart.

"I did have a battle with your father back then!"

Qin Zhengrong started to tell the truth.

"Your father was the same as you. He walked out of the borderland and entered the Holy House of Lingxiao, suppressing all of Holy Maiden of the Son. " Qin Zhengrong said, "He has never fought for the Son of God, but he is much stronger than Son of God!"

"Your father and I have fought three times, and we were all defeated!"

Due to the broken condition of the ancient battlefield, the sky was only able to see the scene. The sound was intermittent, but it was enough to shock countless of Onlooker.1

The two heroes of the sect also came from the collateral vein, but they suppressed the main vein!

Who was the real collateral vein?

"Then you said that breaking one of my father's legs was also a lie?"

Qin Sheng asked.

Hearing this, Qin Zhengrong shook his head and said, "That's true. However, a few abode Realm experts were sent out to let me succeed!"

Qin Zhengrong finally revealed the truth of what happened back then. This Qin Zhengrong was really shameless. Clearly, he could not defeat Qin Zhongtian, and only by sending out a group of Heavenly Passage Realm expert could he succeed. Yet, he announced to the public that he had suppressed Qin Zhongtian. . .

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