1832: C1832 The Fifth Patriarch Attacked!

C1832 The Fifth Patriarch Attacked!

Behind Wang Xiao, Lonemoon was also stunned. His cherry lips were slightly open, and his face was filled with shock. He didn't expect Wang Xiao to be able to suppress all eight of them by himself.

At the same time, Lonemoon also had a guess in his heart. It was just that it was not convenient to say it at the moment.

At the same time, Wang Xiao did not stop. After sending away the leaders of the eight clans with great force, he once again suppressed Zhao Junfeng.

Under the terrifying power, he allowed Zhao Junfeng to activate the Golden Core in his body. No matter how much power he unleashed, he was unable to resist. Without any suspense, he was crushed to the ground. He was forced into the ground, leaving a human-shaped hole in the ground.

The pit was three meters deep. Zhao Junfeng's limbs were broken and his internal organs were damaged. Even the golden core that he had condensed had cracks on it, as if it could break at any time.

"No!"

"We can't kill the envoy!"

"Someone, stop this thief!"

The eight clans who had been knocked over stood up. When they saw Wang Xiao open his hand and was about to kill Zhao Junfeng, their expressions changed drastically. They recalled what had happened to the Han Yue Clan hundreds of years ago.

Zhao Junfeng was not only a special envoy of the Golden Eagle, he was also a member of the Zai Residence. It was said that he was the son of a big shot in the Zai Residence.

If he died here, none of the eight clans would be able to escape from the responsibility. Even the clans behind him would be affected as well. Just like the Han Yue Clan a few hundred years ago, they were suppressed by an Earthly Immortal Realm expert.

"Hahaha, lowly slave of the Han Yue Clan, if you kill me, the Golden Lion Country will not let you go, and the Zai Residence will not let you go either."

"In the future, I will definitely destroy your Han Yue Clan!"

The eight clans raised their heads in fear of Zhao Junfeng's death, so Zhao Junfeng had nothing to fear and threatened Wang Xiao.

Hearing this... Wang Xiao slightly frowned, but the strength in his hand increased a little, and the sound of bones breaking became even louder.

Zhao Junfeng only knew how to scream, but he couldn't say a single threatening word.

"Stop!"

"How dare you hurt the envoy of the Golden Country!"

Under the table, five elders suddenly appeared behind the younger generation of the eight races. One by one, they gathered in their palms and roared as they slammed towards Wang Xiao.

Seeing this, Wang Xiao's expression suddenly became serious. He instantly withdrew the force that was pressing down on Zhao Junfeng's body and faced the five old men with his palm.

Bang ~

Five palm strikes. Wang Xiao staggered five steps back, and his face turned pale.

The five old men who suddenly appeared took eight steps back. Their faces were filled with shock.

"It's the patriarch!"

The younger generation below the main table and the younger generation of the eight tribes, who had been sent flying, recognized the newcomer.

The five elders were dressed in black, white, gray, green and red robes. They wore robes, robes, luxurious clothes, and robes.

The old man in black robes was Zuo Xufeng, the leader of the Ni Tian Clan. The old man in white robes was Gu Hai, the leader of the Ba Yue Clan. The old man in grey robes was Zhiku, Qi Shangyu, the old man in green robes, and Wang Renhua, the protector of the western border of the Oblique Yang Ancient Kingdom.

Seeing the arrival of the five old men, the other eight clans all heaved a sigh of relief.

While they were trying to dissuade Wang Xiao, they secretly sent a voice transmission to the chief of the clan, informing him of what had happened on the third floor.

Zuo Xufeng, Gu Hai, Zhi Ku, and Ruan Yu were guarding Wang Renhua Prefecture in the western border. They immediately told Wang Renhua about what had happened.

Wang Renhua knew the severity of the matter, so he decisively burned a Divine Escape Talisman. After traveling for tens of thousands of miles, he arrived at the Three Laughter Tower in a few breaths' time.2

"Patriarch, Lord Guardian, you've come at the right time. Quickly suppress this lowly slave and save Lord Envoy."

Qi Shangheng supported his broken arm and looked at his patriarch. He recognized the old man in red robes and was instantly delighted. As if he had grasped onto a life-saving straw, he pointed at Wang Xiao and said.

"Heng'er, what's wrong with your arm?"

Hearing this, Qi Shangheng's Ruan Yu looked at Qi Shangheng, only to discover that Qi Shangheng had lost an arm. Qi Shang Heng was not a Nascent Infant cultivator, and if his arm was broken, he would not be able to regenerate it unless he relied on a high grade pill. He would definitely remember cultivating it.

Qi Shang and Ruan Yu had long seen through Qi Shang Heng's potential to break through to the Nascent Infant. In five thousand years, Qi Shang Heng would definitely become a Nascent Infant.

But now, an arm had been cut off from the Pulse Condensation Period, and the innate energy within his body had been injured. It would inevitably become an unprecedented obstacle for him to break through to the Nascent Infant in the future.

Qi Shang Heng was his successor, and also the hope of his race. Now that his innate energy had been damaged and his talent had been damaged, Qi Shang, Ruan Yu, was incomparably angry.

"It's that lowly slave!"

Qi Shangheng looked at Wang Xiao and said again. With the patriarch of the Qi Family here, Qi Shangheng became even more strong-willed. He didn't even feel pain from losing his arm.

"Good, very good. You actually dare to ruin my Qi Family's grand plan and hurt my Heng'er's innate Qi!"

Qi Shangheng's gaze swept across Wang Xiao. His expression was cold, but although his tone wasn't friendly, he didn't attack.

"Who are you?"

"Why did you injure the Golden Lion Country's envoy?"

Wang Renhua, the protector of the western border, looked at Wang Xiao and asked in a deep voice. As someone who did not belong to the eight great races, Wang Shouren was relatively neutral. He hoped that this matter could be resolved in a trivial manner.

This was especially true when Wang Xiao forcefully received their palms and forced them to take eight steps back. Wang Renhua guessed that Wang Xiao's strength was extraordinary. At the very least, his cultivation base wouldn't be any weaker than any of the five of them. He didn't dare to offend ___.

However, Wang Renhua did not dare to forgive Wang Xiao for injuring the Golden Lion Country's special envoy!

However, he didn't know the cause and effect of the matter, so he didn't dare to make a arbitrary decision. He could only make a decision after he understood the cause and effect of the matter. If Wang Xiao wasn't in the right, he would cooperate with the five of them to suppress him.

"Replying to Lord Guardian, this child is a servant that Lonemoon brought with him. Today, when Lord Envoy heard that Patriarch Jinghong had returned, he set up a banquet to welcome him, but Patriarch Jinghong did not appreciate it. Furthermore, because of this matter, there was friction, and that vile slave treated Lord Envoy. Attack him! "

"He wants the envoy dead!"

Before Wang Xiao could say anything, Qi Shangheng was the first to say a few words and twist the situation between right and wrong, black and white.

"He wants to kill us just because of a small conflict. Don't you think it's a little too much? You are an existence in the Golden Lion Country, not someone a little slave like you can afford to offend. Not to mention you, even if the Han Yue Clan provoked you, they would be doomed forever."

"Moreover, Special Envoy Zhao is the nephew of the Golden Lion Country's Great Slaughter. If the Great Slaughter were to blame you, would you be able to bear it?"

Hearing this... Wang Renhua's expression suddenly turned cold as he berated Wang Xiao.

Everyone in the Northern Chill Region knew that the Golden Lion Kingdom was a mighty warrior at the Earth Immortal Realm. If the Golden Lion Kingdom got angry, the entire Northern Chill Region would tremble.

Lonemoon was also a little worried. At this point, it seemed like there was no way to resolve the situation.

One side must pay the price, and this time, it would definitely be the Han Yue Clan!

Although he was unwilling, Lonemoon still made preparations to give up the middle-grade spirit vein.

- The content came from [Miegu Reading]

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