"The Tribulation Sword Master is so powerful? Does he have the ability to transcend heaven and earth? "
"Perhaps this is the will of the heavens. The will of the heavens favors the Tribulation lineage. The Tribulation Sword Master's current strength may not be among the top, but his influence is big enough. Do you think that Wu Juecheng stayed here just to watch the show? "
"Uh, yes, there's still the Poison Doctor Wu Juecheng! With him around, even if Tribulation is defeated, there's still room for retreat. "
Diwu Qingrou sneered. "You're thinking too simply. Wu Juecheng is not Tribulation's only trump card. Although Wu Juecheng's strength is astonishing, he's just one person after all. Even if he's intimidating enough, there's still a limit. If the big clans are really willing to pay the price, they still have the ability to destroy him. "
He smiled for some unknown reason. "You high-level Supreme Martial Artists are overly confident in your own divine senses and don't seek help from outsiders. But I've long sensed the murderous intent in the northeast. There's clearly a large number of top experts lying in ambush there, and there's definitely a lot of them!"
"And the northeast is where the Three Stars Divine Clan is."
"Chu Yang and the others are relatively weak, but they still appear openly. They must have something to rely on."
"Therefore, I'm sure that there must be reinforcements from the Tribulation Sword Master in the northeast, and … they're super powerful!"
"Once we cross the line, we'll have to face a cruel battle."
"I don't have any confidence in this battle. There's even the risk of being destroyed!"
"Therefore, we must leave in advance. Because … Chen Jianlong and the others are already bloodthirsty. They definitely won't care about the line, especially … the line of others."
"Therefore, this battle is already unavoidable."
"Once these people are all wiped out … it'll be a good thing for us. What I'm afraid of now is that they aren't all wiped out … Then, the big clans will really be completely wiped out from the continent. The Tribulation Sword Master Chu Yang will definitely kill everyone who belongs to the big clans very seriously! "
Diwu Qingrou heaved a long sigh.
"Is this Tribulation Sword Master Chu Yang even scarier than that Mo Tianji?" Lan Mofeng asked in disbelief.
These few days, his dealings with Mo Tianji had been full of twists and turns. Lan Mofeng had long regarded Mo Tianji as a scary demon. At this moment, when he heard Diwu Qing Rou's words, he couldn't help but feel somewhat unconvinced.
He did not believe that the Master of Calamity Sword could be more terrifying than Mo Tian Ji …
"The terrifying thing about the Calamity Sword Master is his bottom line."
"If you cross his bottom line, he won't talk about bottom lines with you … That's when the real bloodbath begins!"
Diwu Qing Rou smiled faintly, "Mo Tian Ji is only one of the Tribulations, and Chu Yang is the master of the Tribulations. Chu Yang is definitely several times more terrifying than Mo Tian Ji, the brain of the Tribulations!"
"Hiss ~ ~ ~" Lan Mofeng sucked in a breath of cold air abruptly. He had never doubted Diwu Qingrou's judgment. Diwu Qingrou had never made a wrong judgment before.
"In short, we must leave quickly. We must leave as fast as we can …" Diwu Qing Rou's eyes were profound, "We must leave the North-West region as soon as possible!"
The group sped up again.
Diwu Qing Rou's face was full of satisfaction as he looked at the people who were following behind him.
Diwu Qing Rou didn't care about how many people from the great clans had died in the war of the Northwest. What he cared about was how much he had gained.
From the looks of it now, it seemed to have greatly exceeded his expectations. He still had his own charisma.
It was already good enough that he had been able to rope in those people from the Lan Clan, but now there were 200 more people!
200 Supreme Martial Artists!
This was a rather huge force.
Diwu Qingrou had always had his own plans. He also had his own considerations when selecting people.
The great clans had always had the habit of keeping thugs and outsiders.
And these people were usually already rooted in the great clans. Their relatives and daughters were all living with their respective clans. Diwu Qingrou didn't dare to lay his hands on these people, nor could he afford to do so.
But there were also some people who were all alone, or whose family members had all died, or who didn't care about the burden of a family and were engrossed in cultivation.
This group of people didn't have very strong restraints from their respective clans. They were basically free people. The most important point was that because these people had no ties to themselves, their respective clans weren't that easy to deal with in terms of ordering them around. Therefore, they were easily overlooked in their respective clans.
And Diwu Qingrou's main target was this group of people!
Time and time again, the subtle gestures of goodwill, the ingenious arrangements of taking care of them through life and death battles, and the various hints given, allowed these people to survive time and time again in the bloody battles.
Diwu Qingrou had put in too much effort for this. It was simply incalculable!
And now, when he left, these people were willing to follow him. This was his biggest gain from this trip!
They said that they were escorting him back to the South, but everyone knew that this was just an excuse.
Once he left, there was no turning back!
Everyone had ambition, but they were also greedy for life and afraid of death. This was a common trait of humans. Following an invincible commander who didn't fall into danger and following a clan that had been rotten for thousands of years but was still high and mighty … These were two completely different things.
There was another important point. The rise of the Diwu Clan was now unstoppable. If they followed him now, they would be the first generation elders of the clan in the future!
How could the position of a thug in other clans be comparable to this?
No one was confused.
"In the future, Qingrou will live and die with all of you." Diwu Qingrou took a deep breath and said solemnly, "Whether it's a picturesque landscape or a dead end … we will walk through it together!"
"We are willing to build a great cause and glory together with Clan Leader!"
Everyone shouted in unison.
There was some excitement in their voices.
At this moment, they were already very far away from the group. Naturally, they didn't need to call him 'Commander-in-Chief Diwu' anymore.
Moreover, although Diwu Qingrou's words were simple, it made one thing clear: We will advance and retreat together, and share weal and woe together!
This was an attitude!
It was also the respect that everyone wanted to get the most!
Diwu Qingrou nodded warmly. "Let's go. This is already the world of the Tribulation Sword Master! "
Everyone was shocked. "Already?" Is it really so serious?
"Definitely!" Diwu Qingrou laughed. "Let's wait and see!"
As they laughed, the group quickly disappeared in the direction of the South …
…
At this moment, the sound of the explosion in the distance had completely disappeared.
The people of the Li Clan were still looking at each other at the door, hoping for a miracle to happen; hoping to see their loved ones return in triumph.
But they didn't know that the miracle didn't happen. Their loved ones would never come back.
In the middle was a white-haired old lady. She leaned on a walking stick and looked at the road. Her face was expressionless. Her white hair fluttered in the wind, but there was an indescribable desolation.
Suddenly, there was the sound of running. Then, a figure rolling and crawling appeared in everyone's sight.
Everyone was in an uproar, but no one said anything.
"Save me! Come and save me … "That person was running and tripping as he screamed miserably. If there was someone chasing after him, it would be reasonable for him to lose his life at any time. But the problem was …
There was no one chasing after him.
But he was running as if he could lose his life at any time.
Everyone was from the martial world. They could tell at a glance that this person was scared out of his wits.
And this person was actually the young master of the Li Clan, Li Jue!
For a moment, everyone was a little surprised. What kind of situation was this? What kind of battle could scare the usually elegant and confident Grand Duke to this extent?
"Li Jue!" There was an inexplicable sadness in the old lady's eyes. She slammed her walking stick on the ground and said, "What happened in front? You're behaving like this, where is your decency? Where are the others? "
Li Jue ran over in a panic. He said as if his soul had left his body, "Grandma … they're all dead, all dead … Save me, I, I, I … I'm dying too …"
The white-haired old lady was the biological mother of the current clan master of the Li Clan, Li Wubo. She was also Li Jue's biological grandmother.
When she heard the words' all dead ', her face couldn't help but turn pale. Her body swayed and she said in a low voice, "All dead? Are they all dead? "
Li Jue suddenly flew into a rage. "What are you all still standing there for? Come and save me! I'm your Grand Duke, your young master … I'm the future clan master of the Li Clan! Come and save me! "
"Bastard!" The old lady's body swayed. She was so angry that her eyes turned black. "If they're all dead, why aren't you dead? How did you survive? Did you survive just to embarrass yourself? "
Everyone's eyes were filled with suspicion.
Li Jue's lips were green and his face was pale. His face was almost devoid of color. For some reason, he suddenly screamed, "It hurts so much … Wu wu …" It was as if there were thousands of knives and swords on his body. It was also as if there were hundreds of palms attacking him. His voice was so shrill that it was horrifying.
However, the women and children of the Li Clan all looked at him with disdain. No one paid any attention to him.
There was only one thought in their hearts — heartache!
Their family members had all sacrificed themselves, and the one left behind was such a good-for-nothing?
Li Jue screamed at the top of his lungs. He didn't know why, but he started to curse again. He complained that no one was paying attention to him. He threatened that he would take revenge once he became the Clan Lord. He trembled, and wanted to treat his own injuries. In fact, his injuries weren't very serious. He hadn't broken his legs or arms. At most, there were a lot of scattered injuries. There were hundreds of wounds all over his body. There were also a lot of burns and blisters.
He looked like he was covered in wounds and his flesh was badly mutilated. In reality, they were all superficial wounds. As long as medicine was applied and the wounds were treated, there wouldn't be any major problems. At most, he would feel a little uncomfortable. As for his internal injuries, they were almost non-existent.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
