North of the Southern Summer King Kingdom, thousands of miles away, in the Kingdom of Zhao.
A crescent moon hung in the sky, half covered by the dark clouds, looking very mysterious.
Under the pitch-black night sky, a large city was shrouded in hazy haze.
A ghastly massacre was taking place in the city, turning the originally bustling city into a living hell.
The streets and alleys were filled with corpses, blood converged into rivers, and more than half of the magnificent buildings had collapsed. The spacious roads were full of scorched pits, broken swords and halberds were everywhere, and there were constantly burning flames.
In the middle of the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, stood three men and one woman, looking very calm.
Their clothes were not stained with a trace of blood, which was out of place with the bloody scene.
The four of them were of different heights, and their appearances were not uniform. But they all had the same cloak on their heads, and they all wore the same black clothes. Their foreheads were also branded with the Meteor Dart totem, but the number of each totem was different.
The numbers of the four of them were "10", "9", "8", and "6".
Although the numbers of the four of them were different, their auras were extremely strong. Any one of them had an aura above that of the Northern Yan Kingdom's Marshal of the Warring States.
Number 10, who had the weakest aura among the four, had at least the cultivation of the seventh level King Wu Peak.
And number 6, who had the strongest aura among the four, had the cultivation of the ninth level King Wu Realm!
The remaining number 8 and number 9 also had the cultivation of the eighth level King Wu Realm.
"I'll fight you to the death!" A general who was covered in blood shouted and rushed toward number 9 with his sword.
Number 9 was holding a longbow and carrying an arrow on his back, and it was obvious that he was not good at close combat. But when the general slashed at him with his sword, he turned around and ignored him.
The general stood on his back with his sword, but before he could even touch his body, he was directly sent flying by the protective yuan qi. He crashed into a pillar more than ten meters away, and was seriously injured.
"Is it necessary for the four of us to move out to destroy a kingdom like this?" Number Nine looked coldly at the corpses on the ground, his face full of contempt and disdain.
"The branch president wants us to destroy this kingdom in one night to deter the other kingdoms," Number 6, who had the highest cultivation among the four, said in a cold voice.
His face was covered by a black mask, and no expression could be seen when he spoke, giving off an extremely cold feeling.
Upon hearing what No.6 said, No.8, the only female among the four, complained, "Even if we want to destroy this kingdom overnight, we don't need all four of us to move at the same time, do we? Isn't the branch leader making a big deal out of nothing? "
This woman was in her early twenties. She held a double-headed dart in each hand and wore a revealing red soft armor. Her figure was sexy and hot, and she was charming and enchanting.
As soon as the woman finished speaking, the crisp sound of hooves could be heard in the distance.
The four of them turned their heads at the same time and saw a group of Bronze Cavalry charging towards them at high speed.
The leader of this group of cavalry was a general wearing a purple gold armor and holding a purple gold spear.
Seeing this general appear, the heavily injured soldiers on the ground were filled with excitement, as if they had seen the light of hope.
"It's Marshal Zhao Zilong! The Marshal is finally here! "
"That's great! As long as the Marshal appears, these fellows won't dare to be presumptuous! "
"Marshal, please take the heads of these four people and avenge our fallen martyrs!"
Zhao Zilong's gaze swept across the corpses on the ground, and his eyes instantly widened in anger.
He directly leaped from the back of his horse, flew over the countless corpses, and crossed dozens of meters to arrive in front of the four people. He swept the spear in his hand horizontally, and the tip of the spear pointed straight at No.6, who was leading the group. "Those who offend the Kingdom of Zhao will be killed no matter how far they are!"
No.6, who was wearing a mask, did not speak. His cold eyes did not have any expression, as if he did not care about Zhao Zilong at all.
On the contrary, No.10, who had the lowest cultivation among the four, looked at Zhao Zilong with a disappointed expression. "Level Five King Wu, is this the strongest martial artist of the Kingdom of Zhao? You really disappoint me. "
"There's no need for you guys to take action against such an opponent. Let me deal with him."
Hearing No.10's words, the other three people did not respond, as if they had no interest in the strongest martial artist of the Kingdom of Zhao.
No.6 impatiently urged, "Hurry up, I hate waiting."
"Don't worry, I won't make you wait too long. It will be over very soon." No.10 took out an hourglass from his pocket and turned it upside down on the stairs at the side.
The moment the hourglass was turned upside down, the sand on the top flowed down through the gaps. It was believed that in less than two minutes, all the sand would leak out.
"Let's begin." No.10 took out a pair of hooks from his pocket, one in each hand, and looked at Zhao Zilong with a face full of ridicule.
Zhao Zilong swept his spear horizontally, and with a backhand grip, he rushed toward No.10.
No.10 arrived first, and with an even faster speed, he rushed toward Zhao Zilong. His figure was so fast that it turned into a shadow.
A moment ago, they were still separated by more than ten meters, but in the next second, they collided as if they had teleported. Then, a terrifying explosion occurred, and the surrounding corpses and buildings were all blown away …
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One minute later.
The hourglass was only half empty, and Zhao Zilong's badly mutilated body had already fallen into the scorched pit, no longer showing any signs of life.
No.10 was still unscathed, and he did not even pant. However, his body was stained with some blood, which made him feel a little dissatisfied.
And those soldiers who thought that they had seen hope were now completely plunged into an unprecedented despair.
The strongest martial artist of the Kingdom of Zhao.
The unfathomable Zhao Zilong.
The invincible and invincible marshal.
In front of the enemies in front of him, he was like a chicken or a dog, so weak that he could not even withstand a single blow.
In just one minute, he was defeated by the enemies in front of him. And he was defeated so completely, without any suspense.
It was hard to imagine how terrifyingly strong the four people in front of him were!
"Brothers, take revenge for the marshal! Fight them to the death! "A deputy pulled out his spear and roared in the resting area.
Under his leadership, the entire cavalry was infected. All the cavalrymen raised their spears, spurred their horses, and rushed toward the four people. They kept shouting and shouting to take revenge for the marshal.
Faced with the charge of thousands of cavalrymen, the four of them stood still, completely ignoring them.
When the cavalrymen at the front were less than a hundred meters away from the four people, No.8 activated the Primordial Qi in his body and condensed a Martial Soul in the shape of a box behind him.
The surface of the box was emitting a blue light, and it was obviously an Earth Class Martial Soul.
The lid of the box opened from the middle to both sides, and countless hidden weapons shot out from the box. They were densely packed, and they rained down on the army, like a hidden weapon rain.
After the baptism of this hidden weapon rain, thousands of cavalrymen and their horses fell into a pool of blood, and no one was spared.
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