Douluo: After being read his mind, he became the favorite of the Wuhun Palace.

Chapter 189 This sword can’t survive!

"What's going on? Could it be that someone became a traitor and betrayed us? Otherwise, how could Wuhun Palace get rid of so many of our companions so easily."

Although the Wuhun Empire has unified the continent, this group of people still habitually calls it Wuhun Palace.

There were twenty or thirty people gathered in the small blacksmith shop, which didn't look like many.

"You are really overthinking this. We are all those who have a deep grudge against Wuhun Palace. How could we betray him?"

"That's right, I wish that Wuhun Palace would be destroyed tomorrow. I believe that everyone here has the same idea as me, so betrayal is impossible. Maybe someone's tail was not swept clean and was killed by Wuhun Palace. Tracked it down.”

The person who spoke was just talking casually, but after he finished speaking, he found that everyone was staring at him, and they all looked frightened. He was confused for a moment, but soon, the same frightened expression appeared on his face.

He might actually have guessed it right!

The crowd began to disperse, but the blacksmith shop was not big and the door was even smaller. Twenty or thirty people rushed to the door together and bumped into each other. No one could get out for a while.

Although a smart person thought of leaving through the window, he knew that he must escape.

But the moment he raised his head, that trace of happiness was completely gone.

His expression was horrified and desperate, as if he saw death waving at him.

In front of him, a young man wearing the uniform of Wuhun Palace had a curved blade like a crescent moon in one hand, and a stack of portraits in the other. Hearing the commotion, he raised his head and glanced at the person who came out of the window, and immediately showed a smile that was obviously sincere, but with endless killing intent.

"Locke, a level 67 evil soul master, massacred a whole city of people in Fasno Province ten years ago. But in March, he wiped out another village..."

"Rogier, the fifty-sixth level Soul King, brutally murdered a deacon of our Spirit Hall three years ago, and brutally murdered all eight members of his family..."

Xie Yue held a circular order with portraits in her hand. She read out all the portraits in her hand slowly and took her seat one by one.

At first, the onlookers didn't understand why the people from Wuhun Palace suddenly surrounded this small blacksmith shop that looked ordinary and didn't like to take jobs. They just wanted to eat melon and watch the excitement.

But as Xie Yue read it one by one, awakening the memories of the crowd, everyone couldn't help but take a breath and stretched out their hands to touch their necks.

They are really lucky.

Each of these people has countless lives in their hands, and several of them are evil soul masters who specialize in killing for fun to improve their cultivation.

And they actually became neighbors with such people, and they didn't know anything about it.

The people Xieyue brought this time were all elites, and there were a lot of them. He easily suppressed these twenty or thirty people, and it was really difficult to escape even with wings.

By the time Xie Yue finished reading the last piece of paper, the smile on her face was no longer there, replaced by a chilling look.

"The charges are true and too numerous to mention. He should be killed!"

Following Xie Yue's order, the people from Wuhun Palace took action without hesitation, killing those who had been on the wanted list for who knows how long.

No one noticed that there was actually another person in the blacksmith shop. He and Xie Yue looked at each other through the corner of the window, and then they both nodded slightly and left quietly.

After all twenty or thirty people were dead, Xie Yue said with some pity:

"It's really unlucky that there's no one available this time."

For these people, not all of them wanted to be killed. There were a small number of people who were valuable, and he was prepared to kill them in exchange for some value.

Otherwise, just relying on the news brought back by Ning Rongrong and Oscar, he would not be able to fulfill the Pope's order and kill all these people who either committed heinous crimes or harbored evil intentions towards Wuhun Palace.

Thinking of this, Xie Yue felt a little uncomfortable and couldn't help but cursed secretly. "Oscar, that bitch, left all the errands to me while he chased beauties."

Even though he said this, Xie Yue didn't necessarily feel very angry. On the contrary, he enjoyed it!

Oscar, who was being talked about by Xie Yue, sneezed twice in a row.

He rubbed his nose carelessly, looked at Ning Rongrong who was bounced away by the golden statue again, immediately stepped forward to catch it, and said with some distress.

"How about we go back and practice hard first, and try again when you reach Titled Douluo?"

Although he picked up Oscar in time, Ning Rongrong never hit the ground or wall and suffered no external injuries. But Ning Rongrong had suffered internal injuries and mental blows from the shock of the golden statue. Her face was a little pale, and she felt heartbroken when she saw Oscar, so she tried to persuade him again and again.

But Ning Rongrong was very energetic and waved towards Oscar carelessly.

"no, I'm fine."

She won't go back.

When people found out when she went back, she excitedly came to draw the sword, but couldn't even touch it. That was too embarrassing and she didn't want it.

Ning Rongrong still didn't believe it, she couldn't touch this sword anymore!
It has to be pulled out.

But with Ning Rongrong's persistence, she didn't get what she wanted. Instead, she got even worse, and even Oscar suffered as well.

"No, why did this sword suddenly come alive!"

While Ning Rongrong dodged the sword energy coming toward her head, she still didn't forget to complain to Oscar.

"It looks similar, and he has a very bad temper. Maybe he is annoyed by us, hahaha..."

Oscar is deliberately funny and livens up the atmosphere.

At first, they were able to deal with the aggressive sword energy in an orderly manner, but as time went by, the sword energy became faster and denser, and they gradually became exhausted.

"No, I'm just here to draw a sword, it won't be like this."

Ning Rongrong wanted to cry but had no tears.

Didn't she remember that she was very lucky?
Why are you so unlucky this time?

She just came to pull out a magical weapon that belonged to her.

Qian Renxue and Tang San both easily pulled out the Angel Holy Sword and Poseidon Trident, but why was it so difficult to get to him, the swords couldn't even be touched, and their lives were in danger.

Is there anyone worse off than her?
Oscar had no strength to respond to Ning Rongrong at this time.

Obviously the sword energy was more aimed at Ning Rongrong, but he cared too much about Ning Rongrong and helped block her several times, but he was the most embarrassed person.

"Don't run away, I'm ruined! It can do whatever it likes! Maybe it can kill me, the heir!"

Ning Rongrong was exhausted and slumped on the ground regardless of her appearance, gasping for air.

They had been pursued by the sword energy for a day and a night. At first, they still had soul power to counterattack and defend, but later they used their physical strength to dodge.

But now that my physical strength is exhausted, there is really nothing I can do.

Ning Rongrong rarely felt so miserable. If she had encountered this when she was a girl, she would probably cry in aggrievedness.