1296: C1296 Riot

C1296 Riot

He didn't feel threatened at all by the scene before him, but began to bully the elites of the army.

With the Dragon Imprisoning Formation, even a peak hundred-year Martial Grandmaster would not be able to display the full power of a Martial Grandmaster. With the cultivation of a young man at the peak of the Martial Grandmaster realm, he would be able to suppress the entire riot.

He was rather confident in himself.

"I'm sorry, my lord. This subordinate has failed my duty. This subordinate will immediately resolve this matter!"

The military experts broke out in cold sweat as they cursed the prisoners in their hearts.

Since when did a riot have to happen today?

Originally, this lord already had a bad impression of him. Now that this matter had occurred, he was afraid that he would be sent to the frontier to work.

Thinking of this, the military experts could not help but feel extremely aggrieved. He did not hold back anymore and vented everything on the half-faced prisoner in front of him.

"Die!"

He attacked fiercely and used the combat techniques he had learned in the army.

A hint of solemnity could be felt in the air.

He believed that under such an attack, his opponent would die without a doubt.

After killing him, he would quickly inform the others, and at the same time, try to minimize the losses.

The moment he struck out his palm, this was still the same thought in his mind.

Very soon, he had no more thoughts.

Seeing the palm of the military expert, the half-faced prisoner's face also turned cold. He similarly struck out his palm!

The two palms collided, crackling and crackling!

The sound of bones shattering continuously rang out. The military expert was like a kite with a broken string, flying far away, smashing into another wall of the interrogation room, smashing into a lump of meat paste.

He actually died on the spot!

"?" The young man frowned.

Although the experts in the army were weak, they were still close to becoming Grandmasters.

He didn't expect to be killed by the half-faced man in front of him with a single palm.

"So it turns out to be an expert."

The young man stood up and made a hand gesture.

"I didn't think that he would be this weak. He even wants me to take action to suppress him."

He looked at the half-faced man as if he was looking at a dead man.

"Pah! A mere brat dares to tear apart my face! This is an intolerable humiliation!"

"Next, I will tear you into pieces!"

The half-faced man roared and shouted.

He raised his hand, clenched it into a claw, and then tore it at the young man.

"Die!"

"Hmph!" In the end, he was still a popular member of Dragon Group. The young man gathered his strength and punched out, directly meeting the opponent.

In his opinion, even if the other party displayed the combat strength of a Grandmaster, it would still be under the circumstances of being suppressed.

With his Zongshi realm pinnacle level, he would be able to defeat the other party.

Thus, when he saw that the half-faced prisoner did not dodge at all, he was extremely excited.

He had already foreseen the other party's death.

"Bang!"

A violent sound of collision could be heard, but the result was different from what he had expected.

"Wah!!!" A heart-wrenching scream was heard.

"My hand! My hand!!"

The young man was no longer as arrogant as before. His entire right arm was abnormally twisted, and it had already broken into pieces.

"I've said it before, a little bastard like you is not worthy of carrying my shoes!"

The half-faced prisoner kicked the young man to the ground, then slapped him in the face.

Half of the bloody face was torn off from the young man's face by the half-faced prisoner.

The young man rolled on the ground in pain, but he was kicked away by the half-faced prisoner.

"I said before, I will tear you apart!"

He roared as he furiously abused the young man.

"You... your strength isn't suppressed by the Dragon Imprisoning Grand Formation!" The young man shouted in fear.

He never would have thought that the Dragon Imprisoning Grand Formation would lose its effectiveness.

"You only just realized it now, but it's too late!" The half-faced prisoner laughed loudly, and then tore the young man into tens of pieces.

Blood splattered everywhere.

There were still many more scenes like this.

For a moment, countless military experts in charge of guarding the Dragon Prisoner Prison received the same treatment.

Because of the Dragon Prisoner Formation, for the past few decades, no prisoners dared to cross over.

Thus, the military experts stationed there could not help but be somewhat scattered.

They suddenly encountered a rebellion from the prisoners, and under the circumstances that the other party's strength was not suppressed.

The army that was originally weaker than the prisoners was quickly eradicated.

The black robed figure leaned against the wall, carrying tens of thousands of grudges on his back as he slowly left.

"Young master, damn these people from Great Xia, to actually let you suffer such torture!"

The black robed figure angrily said.

"Don't worry, the most important thing right now is to leave this place as soon as possible. I want to return to my clan."

Qiu Wanli shook his head and said weakly while lying on the back of the black-robed figure.

Hatred shone in his eyes.

"I swear that I will take revenge on Great Xia."

"The Dragon Group of Great Xia, the king of Great Xia, they will all die!"

The black robed figure nodded.

"The young master will definitely be able to do it."

The two of them disappeared into the darkness and took advantage of the chaos to quietly leave.

This riot was originally meant to save Chou Myriad!

In the secret room at the core of the Dragon Imprisoning Formation.

Five figures swiftly appeared.

The moment the Dragon Imprisoning Grand Formation was destroyed, they had already sensed that something was wrong. They immediately rushed to the Dragon Imprisoning Prison as fast as they could.

Unfortunately, they were a step too slow.

Their expressions were not very good.

"Damn it, what's going on!" One of them couldn't help but curse.

"Don't worry, ask Mo first." The white bearded old man said.

He wore the same clothes as the daoist robed elder on the ground. The only difference was that he carried a sword case on his back.

"This should be the case." The other man nodded.

They then helped the old man up from the ground.

"Tianji, what happened?" The leading old man immediately sent a stream of Vital Energy to help regulate his breathing.

However, the old man's condition made his expression change.

"Who exactly is it that can cause you to be so heavily injured?!"

He asked in shock and anger.

The daoist robed elder was already on the verge of death. The reason why he wasn't dead yet was because he still had a breath left in him. He was forcefully holding on and waiting for reinforcements to arrive, leaving behind a bit of information.

"...... Black robe... few. Young master. ... " The old man in the Daoist robe struggled to speak.

" Third Brother, stop talking. Use all your strength to heal your wounds! " The old man with the sword case on his back had bloodshot eyes. He used all his strength to transfer his true qi into the other party's body to help him recover.

However, he also understood that this was only a futile effort.

The old man struggled to pull the old man's hand away from the sword case and shook his head.

Then, he stopped breathing and his eyes dimmed.

"Third Brother!" The old man from the sword box howled in grief.

"Third Brother!" The other old man couldn't help but cry out as his eyes turned red.1

The three young men looked at each other, and then one of them said something to disturb them.

"Two Seven Stars, now is not the time to be sad. The riots in the Dragon Prison are still going on. We need to stop them." The short and fat man wearing the Divine General cloak spoke to disturb them.

"Could it be that I, Third Brother, am dead? I don't even have the right to cry for him?"

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