Chapter 780
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Spare his life!
Spare his life!
…
Zhen Xiaoxiao's crisp voice kept repeating in the minds of the Lionheart Peak crowd.
It turned out that she was not begging Zang Xiu to show mercy, but she was being merciful and telling her man not to kill!
Guanyu was shivering in his yard, scared to the point that his face was covered in tears and snot!
Damn Zhen Xiaoxiao!
Using her beauty to seduce such a terrifying Ice Frost King. Judging from his disdain towards Zang Xiu, his strength should be at least at the Nascent Soul Stage, right?
"If you don't call me when you're in trouble next time, I won't allow you to leave my side! Do you understand? Hmm? "
Extreme anger.
Small Gruel hated Zhen Xiaoxiao the most. Every time she got into trouble, she would bear it alone and never asked for help. Did this cold-blooded woman never miss him?
Biting Zhen Xiaoxiao's earlobe, Small Gruel's tone was cold and threatening for the first time.
"Okay, okay …" He nodded desperately.
Wait!
Aren't you a fool?
Why are you so strong all of a sudden?
She could not free herself from Little Congee's iron-like arms, and she could feel the breath coming out of his mouth. Her cheeks instantly turned as red as fire, and she was so embarrassed that she almost buried her head in her collar.
Idiot, let go of me, there are still many people watching!
I …
I want everyone to see!
Small Gruel's gaze coldly swept across the ashen-faced Hyuri Chenguang, the startled Shentu Weiran, and the worshipful Yang Yan and Wang Huan … In his heart, he engraved their names deeply on the soles of his shoes!
Damn it!
Seeing their faces, he became even angrier.
Xiao Xiao would rather ask these small fries for help than me. Am I not as good as them?!
Hmph!
"This matter is not over yet!" Finally letting go of Xiao Xiao's slender waist, Small Gruel shouted coldly. "Stand here and wait for me."
Then, without looking back, he walked towards the pit and reached into it.
Hai Dongge stood in the corner, silently observing everything. His chest rose and fell violently, as if something was about to burst out of his chest.
Soon, Zang Xiu's body rose from the ground.
All the bones in his body were shattered, and blood flowed from his seven apertures. Although he was not dead, he was on the verge of death.
Zhen Xiaoxiao opened his mouth, but in the end, he gave up on urging Little Gruel to be merciful for the third time. After all, Little Gruel looked like he was full of thorns today.
He still remembered Little Gruel's instructions. After hooking Zang Xiu up, Little Gruel did not continue to attack him. Instead, as Zang Xiu screamed, Little Gruel reached into his arms and took out a golden token!
There was no need to ask the others why Zang Xiu had jumped up from Lionheart Peak and suddenly attacked Xiao Xiao.
Small Gruel knew that a mere late-stage Core Formation cultivator didn't have the right to do so!
Holding up a ball of wind with his left hand, the golden token floated in the air. Small Gruel frowned when he saw the word "Lu" engraved on the token!
Seeing that Senior Brother Lu's token was in the man's hand, all the Lionheart Peak disciples narrowed their eyes and looked terrified.
After years of coercion, they were instinctively afraid of this token and the meaning it represented.
Crack!
The sound of metal breaking rang out. Under Small Gruel's grip, Lu Yunshan's token quickly disintegrated, turning into golden quicksand that flowed out of his fingertips.
However, it did not go down.
The wind swept up the golden sand, twisting like silk, and flew lightly toward Lu Yunshan's cave at the peak of Lionheart Peak, which was hidden under layers of immortal barriers.
Using Qi to find the owner!
After finding the owner of the token, Small Gruel let out a long roar and flew into the clouds. The wind he released was so strong that it swept away all the Lionheart Peak disciples along the way!
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