1678: C1678 Without a Blade of Blood Fear Once Again Emerged

C1678 Without a Blade of Blood Fear Once Again Emerged

Article 1678 - No blood shed, there was fear again.

The Jinbao looked at the blood red Southern Palace Army and sneered.

"First Saint, I'll leave these ants to you."

The corner of Shengyi's mouth curled up, revealing a sinister smile.

"Fear!"

The Southern Palace Army that was waving its weapon suddenly changed its expression.

It was as if they had seen something extremely terrifying.

The running figure suddenly stopped.

Then, everyone started to flee in panic.

"Don't come over!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

"Ah... Giant dragon!"

"Spare my life!"

“...”

Some of them were swinging their weapons and killing indiscriminately, while others were kneeling on the ground begging for mercy.

There were also those who looked at the sky and shivered all over...

Seeing Subordinate killing each other, the two of them could do nothing about it.

They still maintained a trace of clarity for the time being.

However, they were about to fall into the terror of the innate ability unleashed by Saint One.

"What kind of divine ability is this..."

"I don't know..."

The two of them circulated the Spiritual Energy and mental energy in their bodies, trying their best to resist.

A moment later, their bodies relaxed.

However, there was not a trace of clarity in their eyes.

Yang Chun's face revealed a ferocious expression.

"You damned little beast, how dare you have evil intentions towards my daughter? I'll kill you.

Even if your father is Liu Xia, I won't hesitate to kill him.

What? He will avenge you?

Don't worry, he won't know..."

A deep-rooted hatred appeared on Liu Xia's face.

"Don't think that I don't know that you killed my son. I was just pretending that I didn't know.

Today, I have broken through to the peak of the Saint realm. It's time to settle old scores! "

The two of them revealed the secret in their hearts.

Yang Chun swung his sword at a mountain rock.

Liu Xia stood behind Yang Chun. His body slowly rose up, and his face revealed an excited expression as if he was about to get his revenge.

He waved his sword and slashed at Yang Chun's cephalo-.

Yang Chun, on the other hand, seemed to have sensed it. He was still stabbing at a three-meter tall mountain rock by the roadside with his sword and sword.

Puff!

Yang Chun's sword shattered the entire mountain rock.

At the same time, his cephalo- was sliced in half by Liu Xia's sword.

"Hahaha! Son, I have finally avenged you!"

Liu Xia was like a sealed devil. After laughing out loud, he waved the longsword and charged towards the surroundings.

"I will kill all of your Yang Family. I will destroy your entire family!"

...

Four hours later, Liu Xia was the only one left standing in the Southern Palace Army.

His body was covered in blood stains, his clothes were in a mess, and his hair was all scattered. He looked like a madman.

"Alright! Good kill..."

Liu Xia muttered as he waved the longsword around in a mechanical manner.

But at this moment, his expression changed abruptly.

"Southern King?"

Tap tap tap. Liu Xia took a few steps back, his arm trembling.

He faced an empty space with a terrified expression on his face.

However, his expression suddenly changed.

"Hmph! Southern King, I'm not afraid of you. I'm also at the late stage of the sage realm now.

We'll have a battle today. If I win, I'll replace you.

Become the new Southern King.

You can die alone like a wolf that has been chased out of the wolf pack!"

As Liu Xia spoke, he waved the longsword around and started chopping randomly.

After another ten minutes or so, saint raised his hand and made a sound with his finger.

Slap!

Liu Xia immediately stopped attacking.2

His eyes gradually became clear.

After a few more breaths, when he saw everything around him clearly, his entire body began to tremble.

"No! No!"

With a clang, the longsword in his hand fell to the ground.

He naturally recognized the sword wounds on the bodies of those who had died.

With a sweep of his eyes, he saw a large group of soldiers. They were all soldiers who had died under his sword.

The most obvious one was Yang Chun, who had been cut in half by him.

However, he no longer had the mood to think about revenge for his son.

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