Death Judge Of Fighting Fish

The first thousand five hundred and thirty-nine chapters

However, King Zhou is still roaring, “Let go of this king, let go of this king…”

Dare to claim to be the king in front of me? Ye Chen’s eyes became cold. This old ghost from thousands of years ago had been in the eighteenth floor of hell for too long, and his brain was already stupid.

He dared to scream in front of him, didn’t he realize the gap between himself and him? It’s really ridiculous.

“King Zhou?” Ye Chen snorted coldly, “Thousands of years ago you were cruel and tyrannical. I didn’t expect that after so many years of death, you would dare to do anything wrong in the underworld!”

King Zhou suppressed his ghostly spirit, but he also lowered his arrogance, “Who are you on earth? Why are you against this king!?”

“Who I am, you will know soon, and now… you should pay for what you did.”

After Ye Chen finished speaking, as soon as he raised his hand, King Zhou disappeared into the study. At the same time, the death broadcast room of Douyu Live was opened again, and countless fans poured in in an instant.

The screen lights up slightly, and a few lines of subtitles appear in the screen:

King Zhou, male, unknown age, the last king of Shang Dynasty.

Crimes: mediocre and innocent, framed Zhongliang, killed countless Li people…

Seeing the subtitles, the fans became excited, and the barrage was swiping like flowing water.

“I’ll go. After I get drunk, I won’t help the wall, so I just obey the judge boss! This is too awesome, even a character like King Zhou can be judged!”

“What’s the big deal? Qin Shihuang is still an emperor, and he has been tried by the judge.”

“No, didn’t King Zhou have been dead for many years? And, hasn’t he been on the list of conferred gods?”

“Who knows whether the Conferred God List is true or not, just watch the live broadcast quietly. Anyway, the judge boss will not cheat us.”

When the picture was completely lit up, the hustle and bustle of human voices also spread to the ears of countless fans.

In an ancient street, the people dressed up during the Shang and Zhou Dynasties were shouting lively.

This is a lively market. King Zhou is wearing a Chinese dress and standing blankly in the lively place. Among the many ordinary people, he looks particularly conspicuous.

It took a while before he reacted. Hearing the words in his ear, his face suddenly became angry, “You wait for the Diaomin! Don’t kneel down when you see this king!”

His angry scolding made the people who didn’t care about him focused their attention on him, but everyone’s eyes were very confused.

They don’t know what kind of king the person in front of them is. In their hearts, this is just an inexplicable person.

After the crowded bazaar was quiet for a while, the hustle and bustle was restored again, and no one cared about him.

King Zhou was furious, he was still immersed in his supreme power, unable to extricate himself.

“Bold!” He was so angry that he grabbed a civilian next to him, “You dare to be so disrespectful to this king!”

The man who was caught by King Zhou looked at him like an idiot, and pushed King Zhou’s hand away, “Get sick!”

King Zhou was stunned for a moment, his expression darkened little by little, “Diao Min, what did you say?”

He had a murderous heart, and when he was about to mobilize his ghost energy, he realized that he had already lost the slightest strength.

The people broke free from his hand and left in a curse, but King Zhou felt that his heart was about to explode with anger.

For thousands of years, he has never suffered any wrongdoing. Even at the moment of his death, he died by self-immolation, and he has never been so angry.

But at this time, he was so insulted by a small-headed man, and he had nothing to do.

This is too painful for him.

Ye Chen looked at the King Zhou on the screen and couldn’t help but sneered. For them, the most unbearable thing for such a powerful person is not the physical torture.

It is to let this kind of person fall from a high position to the bottom. The pain caused by this kind of mental torture is the most unbearable for him.

“Ah!” King Zhou roared, his eyes flushed, looking at the people in the whole market, and said angrily: “I want you to die…I want you all to die! I want to kill you…”

All the people in the whole market looked at King Zhou with a strange look.

King Zhou was so angry that he grabbed a man standing in front of him, punched it with his fist.

Without any preparation, the man was hit in the nose by King Zhou suddenly. Under the pain, he screamed and squatted down.

The man standing next to him seemed to be his friend, and said to King Zhou: “Hey, what’s the matter with you? Why do you hit someone?”

King Zhou yelled tyrannically, and slammed a punch again. At this time, people were already prepared, but they knocked King Zhou to the ground.

King Zhou at this time was just an ordinary person, and even his physical fitness was not as good as an ordinary person.

“This bastard is crazy. Not only does he beat people, he also says he wants to kill us all…”

“Hit him…”

“Yes, hit him, kill him…”

King Zhou looked at the people who were gradually surrounding him, and finally panicked. Only then did he realize that he was no longer the great king of Yin Shang, nor the ghost emperor who was even jealous of the King of Hades. He is here now. He is just ordinary. No more ordinary people.

With so many people working on him at the same time, he would be an opponent of so many people.

He was kicked, and after falling to the ground, he could no longer stand up.

Countless people’s punches and kicks made King Zhou feel extremely uncomfortable. These people used to be just ants in his eyes, and he didn’t care about the life and death of these people at all.

But now, these ants that he didn’t care about before are now looking at him condescendingly. King Zhou does not care about physical pain.

But this huge pain that extends from the body to the spirit is hard for him to bear.

“Ah…” King Zhou yelled wildly as if he was mad, he stood up forcibly, but soon fell to the ground again.

There are too many people…too many people…Countless people are spurning him, and the curse and fists are like sharp swords, piercing his heart.

Then knife after knife cut his heart, unbearable but helpless.

After a long time, the people who besieged him gradually dispersed.

King Zhou, lying on the ground like a dead dog.

He was dying, and it seemed that he might die at any time.

Ye Chen looked at all of this indifferently, this was just defeating King Zhou’s psychological defense, and there were countless things that he needed to do. ..