Peerless God of War

On the top of the city, the third prince was extremely excited and excited, staring at the scene with shining eyes.

"Good, great, good kill, this is how to deal with evil demons, kill them all."

He clenched his fists tightly, his excitement was beyond words, and he was extremely excited.

After seeing this scene, the other cultivators in the city were stunned at first, and then burst into thunderous cheers.

"Too strong, worthy of being Senior Blood Hand, just one strike to kill the opponent's Tribulation Immortal, too easy."

"So powerful, the gap between the longevity realm strong and the Tribulation Immortal is so big?"

"Hey, did you see clearly how Senior Blood Hand made the move just now? Too fast."

The cultivators cheered and their morale was high for a while.

"Want to escape, don't you think it's too late?"

Chen Xiao narrowed his eyes and glanced coldly at the two evil cultivators who fled separately, full of disdain.

Immediately, he raised his right hand and threw two punches. The blood-colored fist shadow broke through the air and flashed by.

"Pah."

"Pah."

Two blood flowers immediately appeared in the air, and the headless corpse fell directly to the ground. Two evil cultivators died on the spot.

Such a scene frightened countless cultivators present, especially the army of Black God Cult cultivators who were chasing and killing them excitedly.

"How could this happen? Two more immortals died?"

"No, this person is too strong. It seems that the rumors are true. This person is really a strong man in the realm of immortality. We are no match for him at all. Retreat quickly, retreat quickly."

"For a strong man in the realm of immortality to kill an immortal is like killing a chicken or a dog. The gap is too big. We are looking for death if we stay here. Let's go back and ask the guardian to help."

"Retreat, retreat quickly."

In the chaos, the evil cultivator army retreated. Frightened by Chen Xiao's terrifying pressure, they dared not to commit any more crimes. They all took out their milk and fled away.

On the top of the city, the third prince was overjoyed when he saw it, and waved his fist vigorously, "Good."

"The evil cult army retreated, and the evil cultivators were driven away, which is great."

"In just a few breaths, three evil cultivators were killed. You are worthy of being the Blood Hand Senior, so powerful."

"Haha, it's so refreshing. In this way, I'm afraid that the evil cultivators will not dare to invade my Jingbian City again."

Looking at the evil cultivators who fled in all directions, Chen Xiao glanced at them and did not chase them, but returned to the city silently.

His mission is to defend the city, not to chase them out of the city. In that case, there is too much uncertainty and there is no need.

The third prince hurriedly greeted him, "Thank you for your help, senior."

Chen Xiao glanced at him and said, "It should be, I will take care of the formation first, and you will deal with the next matter."

The third prince heard this and took a deep breath, "Okay, I know."

"Yeah."

Immediately, Chen Xiao turned around and returned to the temporary cave on the mountain, meditating silently to adjust his breath, preparing for the next attack.

After Chen Xiao left, the Third Prince's momentum immediately changed, and his majesty rose greatly. He said in a deep voice: "Send an order to gather Leng Qiu and Ying San's other two groups of people back, report the casualties, and then make the next plan and plan."

"Yes, sir." The left and right shadow guards agreed in unison.

Then, he walked towards Zheng Long, wanting to comfort him.

When Zheng Long saw him, although he was extremely sad and upset, he still bowed to greet him with Yu Ming.

"Greetings to the Third Prince."

"Greetings to the Third Prince."

The Third Prince nodded and said, "I am very sorry about the matter of the head of the Zheng family. Please accept my condolences."

Hearing this, Zheng Long, who was originally tense and dared not show it, could no longer hold back. His eyes turned red and his face was full of tears. He was in great pain. Not only was Zheng Yuanwu dead, but the Zheng family suffered heavy casualties this time. It was destined to fall from grace.

Zheng Long suppressed his grief and said, "Thank you, Third Prince, for your concern. My father died for a good cause. He died for Jingbian City."

The Third Prince nodded and said, "I know. From now on, you are the Marquis of Zheng. You must take over your father's mantle, regroup, and restore the prestige of the Zheng family. Don't collapse."

At present, the Zheng family has suffered heavy casualties. As the Third Prince who issued the order before, it is time to give some benefits.

Otherwise, others will go through life and death for you, but they can't get any benefits. No one will work for you in the future.

The Third Prince is very clear about this.

Sure enough, Zheng Long, who was still immersed in grief, brightened up and bowed hurriedly, saying, "Thank you, Third Prince. If my father knows about it in the afterlife, he will also thank you for your kindness."

The position of the Marquis is hereditary, and this step is often the most difficult to achieve. Now that there is the Third Prince, everything will be natural.

Although Zheng Yuanwu and others suffered heavy losses, the position of the Marquis is equally important.

At this point, the third prince sighed and said, "After all, your father died because of me, and I am responsible."

Zheng Long saw it and said hurriedly, "The third prince does not need to blame himself. This matter was not successful because there was a spy in the family. He was ambushed on the way. It has nothing to do with Your Highness. It's really, alas."

He couldn't say the last sentence, because it was all his own fault.

At the beginning, for the sake of a little benefit from collusion with Fan Ren, he did not hesitate to conspire with him and turned a blind eye, which was also a kind of aiding and abetting to a certain extent.

But what was unexpected was that the Black God Cult had already taken the opportunity to plant spies in the family, and took this opportunity to strike a fatal blow, which indirectly led to the death of Zheng Yuanwu.

Every drink and every bite is determined by fate, and no one else can be blamed.

Zheng Long wanted to hate the third prince, but he couldn't.

"Spy?" The third prince said with a surprised look, but he had already known the whole story.

"Yes, the spy leaked our whereabouts when we were attacked halfway this time. Otherwise, my father wouldn't have died. I will do my best to find out the remaining spies in the clan, and I will not let any of them go. I would rather kill them by mistake than let them go."

Zheng Long said murderously.

The third prince's eyes flashed, and he agreed, saying, "Very good, go ahead and do it, I support you."

"Thank you, Third Prince." Zheng Long said happily.

"Yeah."

On the other side, with the collapse of the evil army, this offensive was disintegrated and temporarily stopped.

Five thousand miles away from Jingbian City, the black-clothed guardian, led by the Thousand Corpse Evil Old and the Blood-Splitting Knife Demon, stood by his side with an indifferent look, staring at the direction of Jingbian City with hesitation.

"Blood Hand? Hey, Old Xie, have you heard of a hidden master called Blood Hand?"

The Blade Demon asked with a confused look on his face.

Old Xie shook his head, "No, Black Mask, hey, have you heard of him?"

The Black Protector turned around and glared at Old Xie, a little unhappy. He didn't like this nickname very much, but he still replied.

"I haven't heard of him, but this person is not ordinary."

"Well, it's a bit tricky. It seems that the three of us have to work together."