1698: C1698 With the death of the Southern King, the new King was born!

C1698 With the death of the Southern King, the new King was born!

Five minutes later...

As the storm dissipated, the area of the geothermal lake below increased by at least twofold.

It formed a huge, bottomless pit.

The lake water on both sides was quickly flowing in.

Everyone looked up at the sky.

He saw two figures staring at each other without moving.

Zhang Xing's body was perfectly straight, his hair was neat, his expression was indifferent, and his clothes were not messy.

Southern King's body was bent, only two strands of hair remained, his face was pale, and his clothes did not cover his body.

The golden left arm he held up was also dim.

There was only an almost unrecognizable layer of skin left.

At this time, the Southern King lowered his head, not daring to move an inch.

Deep regret appeared in his eyes.

At the same time, there was an aura of bitterness.

Zhang Xing lied to him.

Who said that the First Saint was stronger than Zhang Xing?

I think they are all very powerful.

Zhang Xing said that he was weak only when compared to Sheng One.

But that was still far more powerful than his, the Southern King!

Why did his brain keep getting muddled over and over again?

Always trying to get the most out of it.

Even if he could pull someone down with him.

It was a pity that he wasn't thinking too much. He shouldn't have been thinking at all.

Zhang Xing...

Should he say something before he died?

Southern King felt that his thoughts were a bit broken.

At this moment, he seemed to have forgotten many things, but he also remembered many things that had been buried for a long time.

He opened his mouth to speak, but the instant his lips moved!

BOOM!

Southern King's body exploded.

He forgot that he could not move, not even a little bit.

Therefore, he did not dare to move. He only wanted to stay in this world for one more second.

Southern King died?

Everyone in Qiujia Army looked at the sky, staring blankly without moving.

At this moment, they suddenly felt as if the entire sky had caved in.

Plop!

All the elders of the Qiu Family, including the ancestor of the Qiu Family, fell to their knees.

"Southern King ?"

A few mournful sounds came from their mouths.

Southern King died? How could the Southern King die?

No! It's not true, it's not true...

Autumn Snow kowtowed to the ground, and with a few kowtows, his forehead was drenched in blood.

The other elders howled in grief as they pounded on the ground with all their might.

The other officers were at a loss. What should they do from now on?

Would he be slaughtered by the Beastmen army on the other side?

How could the Sect Leader of the Tai Ah Sword Sect be so powerful?

Could it be that he wasn't injured at all?

Just when they were at a loss.

A faint voice came from the sky.

"From now on, I am Southern King. Those who submit can live, and those who rebel will die!"

Unknowingly, Zhang Xing had floated above their heads.

This...

Hearing Zhang Xing's words, all the Qiujia Army started to hesitate.

They were the direct descendants of the Southern King, and should not have surrendered.

Especially in the autumn, when he was Southern King's first uncle, he should have made some impassioned statements.

But not in the fall.

Behind him was a large clan with thousands of people!

What's more, they were all cultivators of the continent, so they did not have such pedantic ideas.

In front of Zhang Xing and the First Saint, they had no power to resist.

"I am willing to lead everyone in the Qiu Family and the Qiujia Army to kneel before Master Zhang Xing, the Great Saint!"

Autumn put her head on the ground again.

All the soldiers behind him threw away their weapons and knelt down silently.2

It was impossible for all of them to not hate Zhang Xing.

After all, the position of the Southern King was passed down through generations.

The people here were used to his rule.

Many of them viewed Southern King as their parents, as their idol.

How could they accept Zhang Xing's rule?

Kneeling down now did not mean true submission.

Just to survive!

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