748: C748 A Slap in the Face

C748 A Slap in the Face

As Mutri spoke, he strode up to the platform and stood opposite of North Dragon Feather.

At this moment, Bei Longyu's entire body was covered in blood, and half of his face had been burned. He looked extremely pathetic, especially when she looked like she was about to fall down at any moment and had no choice but to hold on. She was no longer the same Bei Longyu who had dominated the crowd in the past.

On the contrary, at this moment, a gorgeous long dress, clean, rich and spotless, and that face was also charming and charming, instantly becoming the focal point of everyone.

She faced the dense crowd of martial artists and said with a clear voice, "Seniors, you don't know me. I am called Wood Sprout. I'm just a nobody of the Green Wood Race. But today, I dare to say a few words. Why do we have to fight against the Immortals from outer space? Do we really have to fight?"

Why? "asked Northern Dragon Feather in a deep voice. Why do we have to ask at this time? I don't know if they're immortals or not, but they used all sorts of despicable methods in the Catacombs. The Thick Earth Tribe. Because of this holy land beyond the heavens, they were wiped out. The chosen elites of the various families were also killed one after another like leeks. Their goal was to obtain the Human Sovereign Bloodline.

Look around. We are still in the Forest of Death, where the blood of demons is still fresh. These demonic creatures are raised by so-called immortals. Their goal is to kill the Catacombs martial artists. No one is allowed to step into the Land of Rebirth. A few years ago... Everyone still remembered the large-scale attack of the demons on the fortress, right? Do we still have a way out when facing this Sacred Land?"

As soon as he finished speaking, before the crowd could respond, the Wood Sprout responded directly, saying:

"Why is there no way out? We think too highly of ourselves and think too little of our enemies. They are Immortals. They came from the sky. You want us to fight against Immortals? Do you see the price we have to pay? How many people have died? Do you see it? In the past, every three to five years, there have indeed been geniuses who have died in the Land of Rebirth. But who knows if they have violated the taboo of immortals? Why are there only a few people who haven't died?

Originally, we were still alive and well. Every family is happy and happy, we just need to cultivate every day. But now, it's because we offended Immortals. In an instant, so many people died. How many more people would die after that? If it's just one or two devils being hunted down, then I absolutely agree. But now, we're fighting against Immortals. It's not something we can fight against at all."

These words in the bud actually caused a group of people to respond. They had seen true Immortals, they had seen how powerful they were, and how insignificant they were.

They had indeed sacrificed too many people. Was it really worth it? If they continued to resist, would the entire Catacombs still exist?

Northern Dragon Feather was furious. His voice rose a little. He said, "The enemy is powerful, and the enemy is terrifying. Are we just going to let them slaughter us? The so-called immortals treated the Catacombs as sheep's lambs, treating all martial artists like animals. Can you bear it too? They wanted to enslave the entire Catacombs, generation after generation. Their children and grandchildren were their slaves. They're all lambs waiting to be slaughtered. Are you willing too?"

These few words were sonorous and forceful, suppressing all voices in an instant.

Even the Wood Sprout could feel the imposing manner of Northern Dragon Feather. It immediately felt that it was a bit weaker, but she was already standing on the stage. How could she possibly continue to be dejected like this?

Wood Sprout said again, "Who said that they would enslave us? In these two hundred years, have you seen them enslave us? All of this is just the imagination of the thoughtful. Even if these Immortals really have such thoughts, I would like to ask all of you... What is the purpose of our cultivation? Isn't it just to pursue the limits of martial arts, isn't it just to live a few more decades? Now, since the other party is an immortal, he can come to our world. They are stronger than us, longer than us, and we are their subsidiary... Is it really that unacceptable? The other party is an Immortal, so there's nothing to lose face for us to become Immortal's servants. At least we'll have a chance to cultivate Dao Arts and live a few hundred more years."

When these words came out, it immediately caused an uproar, especially among the Huaxia martial artists. They never would have thought that this petite and cute sprout would actually say such words.

They would rather become slaves than resist. They were willing to let generations of people be servants, and they felt very honored.

Immediately, it attracted a wave of curses.

North Dragon Feather stretched out his hand to signal for them to calm down and asked in surprise, "We all know that the Su Dragon King has already exposed the plot of this Lintian Holy Land. This Holy Land wants to enslave us, it wants to enslave us generation after generation. They will casually kill us for the sake of the human emperor bloodline in our bodies. Could it be that you are really willing to treat these so-called immortals like animals? You are humans, descendants of the Fiery Emperor, and the most orthodox family."

The sprout had a sharp tongue and immediately said," Don't mention the Su Dragon King. If it wasn't for the day he entered the Land of Rebirth and captured that immortal, he would have killed him. So many things wouldn't have happened, and so many people wouldn't have been sacrificed for nothing. They were all people with parents and families.

Why would they die in vain for Su Yeh's impulsiveness? If Su Yeh didn't kill that immortal indiscriminately that day, would that immortal be angry? Would he send someone to suppress that immortal? Originally, we could have a few geniuses die every three to five years and we would be safe. What about now? How many people had died? Who would be responsible for these lives? Where is that Su Dragon King? Is he dead, or does he know that all of this was caused by him? Is he hiding and not daring to come out?"

As soon as Mu Chengli finished speaking, the crowd suddenly became chaotic again.

In the law-enforcement team, a figure jumped up. It was none other than Tong Yaya, who was dressed in martial attire.

She seemed to have burst out with an unprecedented speed as she rushed over and gave Mu Chengli a fierce slap on the face.

Slap!!

"B * tch! How dare you slander my brother!" After Tong Yaya slapped him, she continued to kick him.

This change was too sudden. Bei Longyu, who was beside her, immediately went forward to pull Tong Yaya.

When the various patriarchs saw this, they also jumped up. All kinds of noises were immediately heard. The scene was in chaos. Shouts, curses, shouts and beast roars were gathered together. The crowd was even more crowded.

The Wood Sprout was also blocked and shouted loudly. She never would have thought that Tong Yaya would dare to come forward and hit her. When she was stuck with Tong Yaya just now, she subconsciously thought of the scene of her mother, Tong Wenxia, and Tong Yaya recognizing each other. So Mu geri subconsciously turned his face to the side and did not want to look at Tong Yaya.

But she did not think of it. In the law enforcement team that had always been known to be strict and disciplined, there would be people who would rush out and even hit people.

Mu geri shouted madly, "Let go of me, let go of me, I want to tear her face apart."1

How could the martial artists of the Green Wood Race dare to let go? This Tong Yaya was the younger sister of the Dragon King Su. Although they did not see the Dragon King Su now, no one could guarantee when the Dragon King Su would come back.

If someone hit Tong Yaya, wouldn't they be waiting to be wiped out?

"Don't be rash! Don't be impulsive! Silence! " Mu Changchun, the patriarch of the Green Wood Tribe, shouted a few times, but no one listened to him. There were still quite a number of people cursing him.

Tong Yaya also had a group of Huaxia warriors protecting her. The law enforcement team had also rushed over and seemed to want to divide the two sides into two formations.

Even Beiming Longyu could not stop them.

These martial artists either had just experienced life and death, or had just lost their loved ones. Their hearts were filled with grief and indignation, and they had nowhere to vent it. Naturally, they could not listen to anything.

"Roar!!!"

At this time, a vicious beast suddenly roared.

A huge berserk beast suddenly jumped down from the sky. Its body was covered with raging flames as it was about to smash into the middle of the crowd.

All of the martial artists turned pale with fright, scattering in all directions with all their might. In the blink of an eye, a huge open space was created.

Rumble!

The insufferably arrogant panda beast's eyes burned with flames as a savage aura swept out. All the warhorses and beast pets were almost unable to stand firm at this moment.

When the panda beast landed on the ground, it finally calmed everyone down.

At this moment, a beautiful figure appeared on the back of the panda beast. It was Qing Zheng. She held the long fur of the panda before stabilizing her body. She looked down and said:

"Whoever dares to touch a finger of Tong Yaya today is going against this cute panda. I guarantee that you won't even have bones left. Who wants to come up and give it a try?"

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