"In order to protect this land and to fulfill the former covenant, they rushed to the front without hesitation.

However, what they waited for was not the support of their allies, but the desperate situation of being isolated and helpless.

Twelve top strong men, just sprinkled blood on the battlefield, and the corpses remained!"

Ling Xiao's eyes were flashing with tears, as if he had seen the scene of the tragic battle.

He took a deep breath and continued: "From then on, the royal family declined and the glory of the past will no longer be there.

Those forces that once bowed to the royal family showed their ferocious fangs.

Especially the people of the Holy Church, they regard the royal family as fish on the chopping board, and use it as a dog.

All kinds of harsh taxes and unreasonable demands are imposed on the royal family.

If the royal family fails to follow, they will be suppressed and retaliated.

I don’t want my Domineering Empire to end like this!”

As soon as these words came out, the hall was in an uproar.

The originally quiet palace seemed to be in a panic, and everyone whispered and talked.

Various complex gazes shuttled back and forth between Ling Xiao and everyone, including shock, anger, and a hint of embarrassment that was unconcealed.

Sikong Xuan subconsciously looked at the Red Rou Palm Sacrifice, with a hint of searching and questioning in his eyes.

The red robe palm sacrifice was still sitting upright like a pine tree, with a tall figure as if it were a javelin, and a calm expression as if everything Ling Xiao said had nothing to do with him.

However, the slightly narrowed eyes were like two sharp cold lights, revealing the uneasiness in his heart.

The slightly trembling fingertips also revealed the turbulence in his heart at this moment.

The Feather King was wearing a colorful feather suit, and the wings behind him swayed gently, bringing out a slight wind.

His face was as gloomy as the sky before the storm came, and he asked coldly: "Are you going to get old accounts?"

The voice was filled with a little threat and dissatisfaction, as if Ling Xiao continued to speak, it would trigger a fierce conflict.

The King of Water was wearing a water-blue robe, and the embroidered wave patterns on the robe seemed to fluctuate with his emotions.

His brows frowned, and a trace of hesitation and struggle flashed in his eyes.

The owner of Xuantian Temple held the whisk in his hand, and the appearance of Xianfeng Taoist Gu was a little more solemn at this moment. The whisk in his hand swung gently unconsciously.

Qin Xianglan bit her lips tightly, her eyes full of complexity. She knew very well that although what Ling Xiao said was an old account, it was an eternal pain in the heart of the royal family and a stain that everyone could not avoid.

Ling Xiao looked at everyone's reaction and sneered in his heart.

He smiled, with a little ridicule and helplessness in his smile, and continued, "Everyone, I am a general person and I also know what a pattern is!

I will not hold back on past mistakes, after all, that has become history.

But I have to think about what’s going on!”

His voice became excited, as if he was declaring his determination to everyone.

"I don't think if I die in battle, my domineering Empire will be bullied and humiliated!

The people of my domineering empire are all kind and hardworking people, and they should not bear such suffering.

The dignified holy temple cannot even accommodate a small domineering empire. Killing so many people in my empire is a deep hatred for blood!

If it weren't for the fight against the sea of ​​demons and the peace of the people of the world, how could I, Ling Xiao, discuss with you here?

But you must give me a guarantee, so that I believe that you will not betray the covenant again at a critical moment, and that my domineering empire will not repeat the mistakes of the royal family after the war!"

"What do you want to say!" The hoarse voice of the one-eyed old monster suddenly exploded in the hall, with unconcealed anger and impatientness.

His eyes were wide open, and the whites of his eyes were covered with blood, as if burning with rage. His already ferocious face was twisted like an evil ghost at this moment.

In an instant, the aura around the one-eyed old monster suddenly changed, and a vast and profound pressure swept towards Lingxiao like a surging tide.

The pressure was filled with overwhelming momentum. Wherever it passed, the blue bricks on the ground made "crack" sounds, and instantly cracked, and shocking cracks spread rapidly like winding poisonous snakes.

The candlelight in the hall shook violently under the impact of this pressure and almost went out, illuminating the expressions on everyone's faces became more and more gloomy.

Ling Xiao stood there quietly, his figure as tall as a pineapple, and a disdainful sneer appeared on his face.

The sneer was like a sharp blade, stabbing straight at the one-eyed old monster.

He put his hands behind him, his figure calm and composed, as if the terrifying pressure in front of him was nothing more than a breeze.

When the pressure approached his body, his eyes sterned and he suddenly raised his hand and blew it out.

This palm seems plain, but it contains endless mystery and power. The palm wind whistles, like an awakened beast, facing the pressure with a broken bamboo.

Among the ten kings, the one-eyed old monster is already ranked lower, only a little better than Dugu Sheng, who has become a laughing stock in the eyes of everyone.

In Ling Xiao's eyes, such an opponent is not afraid of at all.

He thought to himself that unless the top three King of Qin, King of Yu and King of Water, took action, Ling Xiao would be really not afraid.

The two forces suddenly met in the air, like two comets colliding fiercely, and a deafening sound broke out in an instant.

The sound seemed to be about to overturn the dome of the hall, which made everyone's eardrums hurt, and many weak people couldn't help but cover their ears.

The powerful waves of air raged in the hall, like a strong wind passing by, blew the sound of everyone's clothes.

The tables and chairs were overturned to the ground, and various ornaments splashed everywhere, making a mess.

However, Lingxiao was like a towering mountain, and he had not retreated in this violent wave of air, and his body was as stable as Mount Tai.

On the other hand, the one-eyed old monster's chair was instantly shattered under the impact of this force, and wood chips flew.

His whole body was shaken by the recoil force, and a trace of unconcealed astonishment and anger flashed in his eyes.

When the Red Robe Palm Sacrifice saw that his people suffered a loss, he was furious. The red robe was windless and the runes flashed like burning flames.

He quickly formed seals with both hands, and a cold and evil aura emanated from him, obviously trying to teach Ling Xiao a lesson.

At this critical moment, Sikong Xuan and Bai Qiuchi flashed, and instantly appeared in front of the Red Robe Palm Sacrifice, stopping him.

Sikong Xuan had a long spear in his hand, and the gun body exuded a cold chill, which isolated the attack of the Red Painting Palm; Bai Qiuchi gently waved his long sleeves, and a gentle force was like an invisible barrier, steadily blocking the Red Painting Palming Palm.

The red robe palm festival frowned, frowned, his eyes full of anger and reluctance, and he said loudly: "Two, my sacred temple is no smaller than his domineering Empire!
Chapter completed!