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At the wall of Black Winds Ridge's stronghold, Yeru watched the battlefield below with a cold expression. As the battle progressed, his sharp eyes became more and more vicious, and his knife-like facial features seemed to be covered in a layer of frost.1

It wasn't until he saw the temple priest make his move that his complexion improved.

As the most outstanding genius among the younger generation of the Yelu clan, Yeru Mingguang had received the best teacher's instruction since childhood. Whether it was in cultivation or military strategy, his performance was flawless.

So even though he was only at the age of one, he was considered to be one of the most powerful contenders for the next generation of Yeru chiefs. And all the heirs of the Chieftains who were ranked in front of him, were many years older than him.

In the battle of Mount Qilian, Yeru Mingguang, who had few opponents in the Uighur Empire, was similarly unrivalled in the face of the genius of the Xiliang Empire's feudal feudal feudal feudal system. Qi Mo Xuan, who had also received praises in the Western Lion Capital, was also a ninth level Xumi Stage cultivator. However, in front of him, he was defeated in three moves.

Most of the young geniuses were proud and arrogant, and amongst the young geniuses, Yeluo Mingguang, who was the leader of the group, had no eyes left in her.

He had the qualifications to do so, because regardless if it was in the arena matches or the duels, he had never experienced a single loss.

Therefore, Yen Lu Mingguang was extremely dissatisfied with the current battle situation.

Everyone was aware of his dissatisfaction.

The Uighurs were straightforward in nature, and Yeruming did not hide his anger, so those following behind him all felt great pressure.

Until now, when the temple priest finally took action.

Vice General Warranty heaved a sigh of relief, and said in a timely manner, "With the Temple Sacrifice, we will definitely be able to kill the strongest powerhouse among this group of Western Lion Tribe soft footed sheep. "As long as those Xumi Stage 9 martial artists die, when the time comes, they will definitely be defeated without a leader!"

Wu Qi was around 30 years old and was also at the ninth level of the Xumi Stage. He came from the Perfect Yan family, one of the nine great nobles of the Uighur tribe. He was also a famous young man. He had fought in the army for many years and had many meritorious military service.

However, this so-called handsome young man of the Warrick family couldn't even raise his head up in front of Yelu Mingguang, who was ten years younger than him. He was completely under the command of Yelu Mingguang.

Yelu Mingguang said nothing, his gaze resting on the mountain path. At that moment, a group of Western Coldcalm cultivators had defeated the wolfwalker who was guarding the passageway and had taken control of the mountain path.

Anyone with a discerning eye would be able to tell what the other party was trying to do.

The reason why he had cut off the path of retreat for the Stone Castle Wolves was simply to gather them together and destroy them. Such a clear intention was to expose the confidence of the cultivators of Western Paradise that they would definitely win the battle.

In the eyes of the Wolf King, this confidence was an unbridled arrogance.

After he was done, Wu Qi immediately said to Yeruming, "Captain, there's no need to be angry. This bunch of West Cold sheep are all useless. Later, we will kill them all, and not a single one will be left alive."

This time, Yeru finally spoke. He only said one sentence, but it caused everyone's hearts to turn cold.

"Yes sir!"

The so-called capital was to chop off the heads and pile them up together into a small mountain.

This was the most brutal way for the Uighurs to deal with the dead enemy, and the way to attract the hatred of the West Cold people.

Even if the Uighurs died bravely and lightly, and even if they were cruel and cold-blooded, few things ever happened to the Gesun Temple. And once the Western Cold Army saw the capital, they would gather their forces to launch a retaliatory counterattack, often regardless of the cost.

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