Chief Constantine and the beauty of the tribe, Ninian, couldn't close their eyes.
It was too shocking, too sensational!
Ninian was very clear about Lan Ling's cultivation. A month ago, he wasn't even a Magic Warrior.
But now, he had defeated Du Yan.
Admittedly, Du Yan had been acting tough and courting death. But Constantine could tell that even in a normal duel, Lan Ling still had a high chance of winning.
Just now, each of Lan Ling's sword strikes contained more than 12,000 kilograms of force.
In just a few minutes, he had unleashed thousands of Bloodline Power Critical Strikes.
This was too shocking. A normal person could only unleash four or five Bloodline Power Critical Strikes. But Lan Ling had an endless stream of them.
Even so, Lan Ling's increase in cultivation was too heaven-defying.
In just a month, his cultivation had increased by ten levels.
This cultivation speed was enough to change the world!
In just a few months, Lan Ling's cultivation had increased so much. What would happen in a year or two? How strong would he become?
Constantine didn't dare to imagine. Ninian didn't dare to imagine either.
This person couldn't be left alive. He had to be killed. He had to be killed!
Constantine hoped that there would be talents in the tribe, but he definitely didn't want anyone to surpass him. He couldn't even tolerate Sorcerer, let alone the younger and more heaven-defying Lan Ling.
He had to kill Lan Ling. He had to nip him in the bud and strangle him in the bud!
"Kill, kill, kill, kill …" The shouts of tens of thousands of people jolted Constantine out of his reverie.
Du Yan couldn't die. He was a good dog. Even though he was like a clown, he couldn't die.
The more clown he was, the more useful he was.
Du Yan, who was terrified, had completely abandoned his pride and dignity. He crawled out of the pit with all his might and raised his hands. "Lan Ling, I surrender. Don't kill me …"
In the face of death, integrity was not worth mentioning.
Lan Ling couldn't help but narrow his eyes.
Du Yan was actually very similar to Ling Ao.
He was extremely talented and had grown up surrounded by everyone's praises. He had never suffered any setbacks.
However, because of his lowly background, there was an extreme sense of inferiority hidden under his extreme arrogance.
They had an instinctive reverence for power. However, he was narrow-minded and narrow-minded, unable to look at problems from the perspective of development.
For example, Ling Ao could bow and scrape to Zhi Li. However, when Lan Ling took control of the Raging Wave Kingdom and his authority far surpassed that of Zhi Li, he was still unwilling to surrender and stubbornly held onto his dignity. He would rather die than surrender to Lan Ling.
This was the pride of a nobody!
Whether it was Ling Ao or Du Yan, they might be strong in martial arts, but in their hearts, there was always the soul of a nobody.
Of course, Du Yan was even worse than Ling Ao.
Ling Ao never begged for mercy when facing Lan Ling. But now, in order to save his life, Du Yan took the initiative to surrender.
Would Du Yan still be useful in the future?
Lan Ling wasn't optimistic at all. Du Yan's thinking had to undergo a complete transformation before he could recognize his position and see Lan Ling clearly. This required a complete sublimation of his outlook on life and the world. Only then would Du Yan have a chance to redeem himself.
Lan Ling didn't think that Du Yan could do it with his intelligence.
Therefore, Du Yan had to die!
"Kill, kill, kill …" Everyone shouted in unison.
Lan Ling raised his huge sword and was about to chop off Du Yan's head decisively.
In the arena, life and death were up to fate!
Suo Mo's eyes twitched, and he instinctively wanted to stop him.
After all, Du Yan was his godson and he had brought him up.
Previously, he felt that Du Yan's performance was very good. In Suo Mo's opinion, Du Yan had only come this far because of jealousy.
This time, Lan Ling should have completely woken him up. It should be enough to make him repent.
But in the end, Suo Mo didn't voice out to stop. Because he felt that no matter what Lan Ling did, it was best for him not to stop him.
The Flame Demon Tribe that was about to be established, Lan Ling was the leader. He, Suo Mo, wasn't.
Lan Ling wanted to kill Du Yan. Even though Suo Mo was very sad and reluctant, he couldn't stop him.
"Du Yan, I'm your godson. Don't kill me, don't kill me …" Du Yan shouted desperately, "Godson, ask Lan Ling not to kill me!"
In the face of death, Du Yan forgot everything. His entire soul was dominated by fear.
Swoosh! Lan Ling's huge sword slashed down fiercely.
Clink …
A hidden weapon struck Lan Ling's sword like lightning.
In an instant, Lan Ling's entire arm completely lost feeling.
The surface of his arm instantly cracked, and fresh blood gushed out.
It was so much that the veins in his entire arm were about to split open inch by inch.
It was just a concealed weapon, but it already possessed such astonishing power.
This hidden weapon was shot out by Chieftain Constantine. He didn't want Lan Ling to kill Du Yan.
Although Du Yan lost to Lan Ling, and his clown-like behavior made him lose the possibility of inheriting the throne of the foreign troops, his martial arts were still very high.
In the future, his martial arts would only be higher. If he was trained well, he would definitely be a good dog.
"Hahaha …" Chieftain Constantine said loudly, "Today's duel is indeed brilliant."
He stood up and walked to the center of the dueling arena. He raised Lan Ling's arm high and said, "I hereby announce that Lan Ling is the winner of this duel!"
"Long live, long live, long live …"
The foreign troops' brothers shouted in unison.
This result was too perfect. Not only did Lan Ling, whom they favored, not shrink back from the battle, he created an unprecedented miracle and defeated Du Yan in a very bloody way.
Lan Ling had already conquered their hearts.
This time, Lan Ling created another miracle. It was enough for all the foreign troops' brothers to look up to and worship him!
Making such a person the future Great Leader of the foreign troops was the perfect result.
…
But …
The people of the Chimera Tribe were very dissatisfied. Why didn't Lan Ling cut off Du Yan's head at the last moment? It was simply ruining their mood.
However, this duel was still very enjoyable for them.
They thought that Lan Ling would definitely die, or even be killed in an instant.
They didn't expect it to be a one-sided suppression. It was actually Lan Ling who was torturing Du Yan to death?
This kind of reversal really made them enjoy watching it even more.
As for Lan Ling and Du Yan, they were both from the foreign troops. Moreover, Du Yan was previously the number one youth expert of the Chimera Tribe. This meant that the number one and number two youth experts of the Chimera Tribe were from the foreign troops.
The people of the Chimera Tribe couldn't think of such complicated thoughts.
Because in their hearts, a foreign dog was not worthy of being a human and was not worthy of jealousy.
…
"I declare that Lan Ling is the heir to the Great Leader of the foreign troops." Chief Constantine raised Lan Ling's hand high and shouted.
But other than the foreign troops, no one cared.
The people of the Chimera Tribe had already retreated. It was a mess, like birds and beasts scattering.
No one cared about Lan Ling inheriting the foreign troops. No one cared about Lan Ling's honor.
They were just dissatisfied that they didn't kill Du Yan in the end. The show was over.
"Two dogs biting each other. It's really exciting!"
"Yeah. It's a pity that the pretty boy Lan Ling chickened out at the last moment. He actually didn't cut off the pretty boy Du Yan's head."
"Speaking of which, these two pretty boys aren't good people."
As the people of the Chimera Tribe dispersed, they commented on each other.
This reminded Lan Ling of ancient Rome.
The Roman Empire conquered most of Eurasia and captured many captives.
Many warriors of other races were enslaved after their countries were defeated and sent to the arena.
These warriors might be very brave and could fight ten or even a hundred people.
In terms of strength, some slave gladiators even surpassed all the soldiers of the Roman Empire.
But in the eyes of the Romans, these people were still slaves, no different from livestock.
No matter how brave the gladiators were, they were just livestock for the Romans to entertain.
At this time, Lan Ling and Du Yan were the same.
Although the status of the Chimera Tribe was far inferior to the Romans.
But the long-term contempt made the people of the Chimera Tribe no longer treat Lan Ling and Du Yan as the same kind.
Logically speaking, strength was respected in the wild world. Lan Ling had created a miracle on the battlefield, and she had created another miracle in this duel. She should be able to subdue the hearts of these people from the Chimera Tribe and gain their respect.
But he didn't!
In their eyes, no matter how brave and powerful Lan Ling was, he was still a lowly foreign dog. This was just like how lions and tigers were fierce, but they were still livestock.
Other than the foreign army, the people of the Chimera Tribe did not care about the miracles Lan Ling had created, nor did they care about his honor.
They were here to watch a performance. Just like a dog fight or a snake fight, what they wanted was bizarre and bloody!
Lan Ling, on the other hand, only satisfied their fantasies. It wasn't bloody.
…
Lan Ling looked at the scattered Chimera Tribe and did not feel the slightest joy of victory.
Previously, he wanted to rely on his heaven-defying performance to conquer these people. He wanted to rise in the Chimera Tribe and become the tribal chief.
Now, it seemed that this was an absurd idea.
Lan Ling had overestimated the vision and breadth of mind of these people.
The long-term contempt and contempt made the Chimera Tribe look down on the foreign army from the bottom of their hearts. No matter how powerful Lan Ling was, no matter how outstanding he was, he was still a second-class citizen in their eyes.
This was just like in the Yuan Dynasty, no matter how outstanding, outstanding, or brave a Han person was, he was only worth the price of a donkey.
So it was very simple to gain the respect of the Chimera Tribe!
Kill, kill, kill!
After killing 50,000 people until only 10,000 were left, he would be able to gain their respect by expelling the fear in their souls and dispelling the contempt in their bones.
Lan Ling looked coldly at the dispersing members of the Chimera Tribe. She had lost her last hope for them.
…
"Come, let's have a drink." Constantine patted Lan Ling's shoulder. His tone was warm, but his eyes were incomparably cold.
Lan Ling knew that the real danger was coming!
He was too outstanding, and Constantine could not tolerate him anymore.
If Lan Ling only needed to betray Suo Mo and be completely loyal to Constantine, then he would be able to survive.
Now, Constantine had to kill Lan Ling no matter what.
This was because Lan Ling had grown too quickly. Perhaps in another two years, his cultivation would surpass Constantine.
To some people, being too outstanding was a sin!
To some people, as long as someone was stronger and more outstanding than them, they deserved to die!
Suo Mo stepped forward and said, "Chief, Lan Ling hasn't returned home for a long time. His daughter must be missing him very much."
Constantine said, "Old friend, what are you worried about? Would I harm Lan Ling? This is a great talent bestowed by the heavens to our Chimera Tribe. "
Then, he directly embraced Lan Ling and walked toward the chief's castle.
Dozens of tribal warriors instantly surrounded Lan Ling and Constantine, separating them from Suo Mo.
Suo Mo's eyes twitched, and the fists hidden in his sleeves were restless. He almost wanted to use force to snatch them away.
However, Lan Ling didn't give him the signal, so he couldn't make a move.
Only Du Yan looked at Lan Ling's back with boundless resentment. The one being escorted to the chief's castle should have been him, Du Yan.
This glory had been snatched away by Lan Ling. He was a complete idiot!
Constantine looked at Ninian and gave her a meaningful glance.
Ninian was currently in a daze. She was the clearest about Lan Ling's cultivation.
In just a month, his cultivation had increased by ten levels. This was simply too heaven-defying.
Without a doubt, her father, Constantine, would never tolerate Lan Ling's heaven-defying excellence.
What about herself? Could he tolerate such an outstanding Lan Ling?
Just as she was letting her imagination run wild, her father, Constantine, glared at her coldly and woke her up abruptly.
She instantly understood what her father meant. He wanted her to appease Du Yan because he was a good and obedient dog.
Ninian looked at Du Yan, who was paralyzed on the ground like a stray dog. Deep down, she was extremely disgusted and despised him.
However, she still walked forward and squatted down beside Du Yan. She first glanced at Lan Ling to make sure that he couldn't see them. Then, she gently held Du Yan's hand with her lily-white hand.
Du Yan's body trembled and he looked at Ninian in disbelief.
"Yan, my feelings for you will not change just because of the outcome of a duel. I like you as a person, not your martial arts! "Ninian's voice was extremely gentle, and her gaze was extremely sincere.
Instantly, Du Yan's cold heart seemed to have been revived. He said in a trembling voice, "Ninian, believe me. I'm really stronger than Lan Ling. It's just that I underestimated him. In addition, Lan Ling is too despicable. I could have won. "
"I believe you …" Ninian said gently, "Go back and have a good sleep. Don't give up, okay? For the sake of our future, don't give up, okay? "
Du Yan's eyes were brimming with tears. "Don't worry, I will definitely become your pride. One day, I will chop off Lan Ling's head and step on it to avenge today's humiliation!"
…
Inside the chief's castle.
Lan Ling was alone in the hall. He was surrounded by dozens of tribal experts, who were coldly watching him.
As long as he gave the order, they would immediately dismember Lan Ling's corpse!
Chief Constantine and Ninian were in a room at the back, carrying out their final discussion!
"Ninian, how do you think we should kill Lan Ling? How can it be justified and not let Suo Mo rebel? "Constantine asked.
He had already bypassed the question of whether to kill him or not, let alone the matter of letting Lan Ling betray Suo Mo.
Lan Ling's performance was too heaven-defying and outstanding. Therefore, he had to die.
"A fair and just punishment, the kind that makes people speechless," Ninian said.
Constantine said, "For example."
Ninian fell into hesitation. She was calculating. Lan Ling was so powerful. If she married him, would she be able to obtain greater benefits? Moreover, she was already addicted to Lan Ling. She had really fallen in love with him.
Constantine said coldly, "Can you control him?"
Ninian shook her head because she had deeply experienced the danger of Lan Ling.
She had slept with him twice, and her body had actually become addicted. It was as if she had gone crazy and was incomparably restless.
This was a very dangerous signal. This meant that she couldn't leave him in the future. She would be controlled by him in the end.
This wouldn't do. Only Ninian could control men. She absolutely couldn't let anyone control her.
Therefore, Lan Ling could only die.
"The people I sent to Rakshasa City should have already arrived. You should prepare to become the Young Barbarian King's concubine," Constantine said.
Ninian nodded and said, "Lan Ling and Goufu's wife, Little Tanuki, had an affair. They also conspired to kill Goufu. This is what Lan Ling personally admitted. As long as we capture Little Tanuki and interrogate her, we can have conclusive evidence. We can execute Lan Ling openly! "
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