Chapter 120
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"How could this happen? How could my Zhao Clan's men all be killed?!" The first to descend was the one-eyed Zhao Clan's elder, Zhao Huan.
The one with the scar on his face was Zhao Xi. When he landed, his malicious eyes couldn't help but shrink.
The two of them couldn't believe it. Their eyes were searching for something quickly. When they saw Song Hongtu's corpse, their eyes suddenly turned sluggish as they froze.
Song Hongtu was dead!
Azure Dragon School's Young Sect Master, Song Hongtu was dead!
Azure Dragon School's Sect Master's son, Song Hongtu was dead!
How could this be?!!!
The two of them saw extreme shock in each other's eyes. Even if the plan failed, it shouldn't be like this. Song Hongtu was dead, and the Zhao Clan was annihilated.
Their eyes instantly turned vicious. When they saw the injured and dead Coiling Dragon Martial Inst.i.tution's disciples, how could they not understand what was going on? They immediately roared, "You little bastards. How dare you kill our Zhao Clan's men? All of you must die!"
Zhao Huan's single eye was like a ferocious beast as he stared at all the Coiling Dragon Martial Inst.i.tution's disciples with his malicious eyes. A horrifying aura instantly spread out and locked on all the Coiling Dragon Martial Inst.i.tution's disciples.
"Good, good, good! You Coiling Dragon Martial Inst.i.tution's disciples are simply deranged! "
Zhao Xi also had a sinister expression. The scar on his face was like a centipede that had come alive and was twisting on his face. It was extremely horrifying.
The Coiling Dragon Martial Inst.i.tution's disciples instantly shivered. Under the pressure of the two, their legs went soft and nearly knelt down.
"All of you must die. I will strangle you to death one by one and bury you with my Zhao Clan's disciples!"
Just as the two of them were about to kill, two furious voices echoed.
"How dare you! You two old bastards. You dare to make a move on them?! "
Boom!
The tall and short deacons descended with a murderous expression. They stood in front of the Coiling Dragon Martial Inst.i.tution's disciples like two old hens protecting their chicks, protecting them.
"Zhao Huan, Zhao Xi. You two old bastards actually made a move on the younger generation. Don't you find it embarrassing?"
The two deacons sneered incessantly. In fact, they were extremely shocked that the Zhao Clan's disciples were all dead.
"They slaughtered all of our Zhao Family's people. Isn't it natural for me to kill them to avenge my Zhao Family's disciples?"
The faces of the two Zhao Clan Elders were twisted, and their hearts were dripping blood. They were angry, but even more so, they were ashamed and ashamed. The two of them thought that they had succeeded and tried their best to stall for time, but who would have thought that they would lift a rock and smash it on their own feet. The Zhao Family's disciples had all died because of their cleverness.
And — —
Was this what they were proud of?
Was this their disdain?
Just thinking about it made the two of them feel as if their faces were being peeled off, dripping with blood.
"F * ck off!" The short deacon sneered, "Zhao Huan, Zhao Xi, life and death in the Coiling Dragon Mystery Realm is up to fate. Who can you blame if you die? Your Zhao Clan's disciples are all trash, and you're blaming us? What a joke! "
"It's just a bunch of trash from the Zhao Family that died. What's there to be angry about? Consider it saving some food for your Zhao Family. " Deacon Gao's mouth was even more venomous. He also sneered, "You two bastards, don't think that I don't know what you're thinking. Just try it!"
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