Playing the opposite card was the deadliest.
Bai Jiarong thought that he had seen through everything. Full of hope, he pounced forward, wanting to expose Tian Buqi's true colors. He wanted to vent his anger after being scared to death by these bastards.
In the end …
Reality's little hand slapped him hard on the face again.
"Slap!"
Tian Buqi did not hold back. He used the strongest power he had after becoming a pseudo-king and slapped Bai Jiarong's face.
It was a solid slap.
Bai Jiarong was sent flying more than 30 meters away. Half of his face had been smashed.
That was not the end. Tian Buqi waved his hand and pulled Bai Jiarong back before he landed on the ground. Then, he slapped him hard on the other side of his face.
This time, Tian Buqi's left hand grabbed Bai Jiarong's collar while his right hand did not stop slapping him hard.
"I gave you face, but you don't want it, do you?!"
"Slap!"
"Illusions, right?!"
"Slap!"
"You faked your cultivation, right?!"
"Slap!"
"Slap!"
"Slap!"
At first, Tian Buqi was still in the mood to scold him. Later, he felt that it was pointless and started slapping him hard.
If he could fight, he would not talk nonsense.
Bai Jiarong was a peak-level King Stage martial artist. He was resilient and resilient. Although Tian Buqi had broken most of the bones in his face and left him in a bloody mess, Bai Jiarong still had a tenacious life force.
However, Tian Buqi was ruthless. He slapped Bai Jiarong's mouth until it was smashed. He did not give him a chance to beg for mercy.
It seemed that he was determined to kill Bai Jiarong. He no longer looked like a weak and honest person who could be bullied.
"How did this happen?!"
Bai Jiarong was completely stunned. He looked at Tian Buqi in disbelief. He was like a god who had descended from the heavens. He could not understand why.
"What happened to the illusions?"
"I clearly sensed the aura of the illusions coming from these people just now. Why did the illusions become real?!"
It should have been the illusions that made Tian Buqi and the others look like they had the strength of a pseudo-king in the Arcane Realm. Everything should have been fake. They should have been bluffing.
But now, why did Tian Buqi possess the strength of a true King?
Tian Buqi was not the only one who felt this way. Bai Jiarong, who was being beaten up so badly that she could not even retaliate, had also sensed that the other seven people around her were the same. All of them possessed the true strength of a Secret Realm pseudo king!
This doesn't make sense!
This was completely different from what he had expected!
Bai Jiarong could not speak, but her heart was filled with grief and indignation.
If he still didn't realize that he had been tricked, then he would really be an idiot.
"Damn it! Which bastard is deliberately tricking me?! "
Bai Jiarong was filled with regret. In the past, it was always him who tricked others. He didn't expect that he would be tricked by someone else today!
The Illusory Formation Master of the Northwest Garrison Mansion team had purposely leaked his Illusory Formation Master and successfully misled them into underestimating their enemy. Thus, they had launched an attack on Tian Buqi and the others in advance, causing them to fall into a passive situation where their lives were no longer in their own hands.
This was a f * cking trap!
If not for the existence of the Illusory Formation Master, no matter how stupid Bai Jiarong was, he would never have led a group of people to fight against eight powerful people who had successfully become Kings in the Secret Realm.
This was a death wish!
Smack!
Bai Jiarong's eyes were blasted open. The intense pain seeped into his bones. Now, his entire face had been blasted open by Tian Buqi. His facial features were completely gone.
"Wait! Elder Tian, this is a misunderstanding! "
Smack!
"It's true. I've always respected Elder Tian. I was just joking with you just now!"
Smack!
"Stop hitting me! Elder Tian, please listen to me. Even if you don't do this for the sake of my master, you can't kill me like this! "
Bai Jiarong kept begging Tian Buqi for mercy through telepathy. However, what awaited him was always Tian Buqi's merciless beating.
'Misunderstanding my ass!
Do you really think I'm an idiot? The murderous intent of these people just now was not a joke at all!
Smack! Smack!
Smack! Smack! Smack! Tian Buqi continued to beat Bai Jiarong wildly. Bai Jiarong's brain was about to burst, but he did not seem to be dying at all.
The vitality of a Peak King was not to be underestimated. If Bai Jiarong's cultivation had not been limited in the Martial Arts Secret Realm, he could have completely recovered from this level of injury in seconds.
However, now that he was being suppressed by Tian Buqi, it would not be long before his vitality was depleted, no matter how strong he was.
Bai Jiarong was beginning to feel afraid because his subordinates were dying one after another. None of the surrounding pseudo Kings were kind people. Once they attacked, they would kill without mercy.
In just a few seconds, seven of the 23 people in the team had been killed. Except for Tian Buqi, almost all of the remaining seven pseudo-kings had successfully killed a Grand Master Peak in their team the moment they made their moves.
"We surrender!" Bai Jiarong suddenly sent a message to everyone. "We are willing to give up the opportunities we obtained in the Secret Realm. We also swear to our souls that we will not hold a grudge after we leave!"
"Brothers, we are all humans. We are all compatriots. Why do you have to kill us all?"
Bai Jiarong was powerless to break free from Tian Buqi's restraint. He could only passively take the beating and beg for mercy. "I am a Peak King. I have shed blood for the human race. I am a human, a hero of the Federation! You can't do this to me! "
"Most of my disciples are Half-step Kings and Peak Grand Masters registered in the Federation. They are also the future of the human race. Keeping us alive will only benefit the human race and the Federation!"
Smack! Smack!
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
Tian Buqi seemed to have a special fondness for slapping people in the face. From the very beginning, he had not stopped. He had already slapped Bai Jiarong until her face was disfigured, but he still could not bear to stop and rest.
"How dare you steal I's lines? You must be tired of living!"
Tian Buqi was a little exasperated. He felt that Bai Jiarong was smacking his old face.
After all, more than two hours ago, he had said the same thing to Fu Zhengqing, Qu Hongde, and the others in order to survive.
Tian Buqi could even see the mocking smiles on Fu Zhengqing and Qu Hongde's faces. It was too embarrassing!
Smack! Smack!
Who told you not to talk?
Bai Jiarong was dumbfounded.
What's going on?
"Tian Buqi! I'm the Devil Emperor's disciple! Do you really want to fall out with me? "
Bai Jiarong yelled at Tian Buqi. "Have you ever thought that if I die in your hands, my master will not let you and the Nanjiang Tian Family off the hook so easily?
"You're bringing disaster to yourself and your family!"
If you stop now, I can pretend that nothing happened. It's just a few unimportant disciples who died. There's no deep hatred between us. We can still live in peace after we get out of here! "
"Tian Buqi, you better think this through. It's not too late to stop now!"
Then, Bai Jiarong sent a telepathic message to Fu Zhengqing, Qu Hongde, and the others. "Fu Zhengqing! The same goes for the rest of you. It's not too late to stop now. Otherwise, the Northwest Guardian Residence will not be able to withstand my master's wrath!
"You better think this through. The Northwest Guardian Residence is not like the Nanjiang Tian Family. Once my master is angry, you will be the first to be destroyed!"
Bai Jiarong's meaning was clear. Even if she could not persuade Tian Buqi to stop, she had to intimidate these bumpkins from the Northwest Guardian Residence. As long as she could free up her subordinates, even if Tian Buqi had become a fake king, he would not be able to withstand the attacks of a group of Peak Grandmasters.
Fu Zhengqing curled his lips in disdain. Even now, she still wanted to play tricks with them. Did she think that they were three-year-old children?
From the moment the two sides started fighting, there was no room for negotiation. If they stopped now, they would be letting the tiger return to the mountain. They would only die more miserably in the future!
Slap! Slap!
Tian Buqi's slaps continued, and the Devil Monarch's disciples continued to lose their lives. Of the twenty-three people that Bai Jiarong had brought with her, only twelve were left. In just a few seconds, eleven people had died.
"Ah!"
Bai Jiarong roared in disbelief. What the hell was this for? She only wanted to take advantage of the situation and be the fisherman. How did they end up in such a situation where they were about to be wiped out?
"Ah Qiu! Ah Sheng! Don't continue fighting. Listen to I's orders and immediately scatter and escape! No matter what method you use, you have to get out of here alive! Go and report this to Master and ask him to avenge us! "
At the final juncture, Bai Jiarong no longer hoped that she could escape. She hardened her heart. She knew that these people wanted to kill them all to silence them. She immediately ordered everyone to scatter and escape. Even if they had to die, they could not let these bastards succeed in their plan!
"Use my blood as a guide and my soul as a sacrifice! Blood Spirit Formation, activate! "
Bai Jiarong shouted loudly. She directly sacrificed more than half of her blood and soul, instantly activating the Blood Spirit Formation that had been dormant for a while.
He was originally a disciple of the Soul-Devouring Devil Emperor, Shentu Junfeng, so he was naturally familiar with the Blood Spirit Formation that Shentu Junfeng was most proud of. Once the formation was activated, several restraining forces gushed out and directly immobilized Tian Buqi, Fu Zhengqing, and the other fake kings.
"Go!"
Bai Jiarong did not say another word. She took the opportunity to soar into the sky and lead the escape.
Little Curly Hair and his remaining 11 companions did the same. They all stood up in fear.
However.
Their bodies had just flown more than 10 meters above the ground when they felt their bodies sink. Their weight instantly increased by more than a hundred times.
There was a whoosh.
The 13 of them fell from the sky one after another like dumplings, kicking up a cloud of dust.
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