Being cut in half at the waist was an absolute torture in any era, because the victim would not die immediately after being cut in half. Instead, he would feel endless pain and despair, and then he would die within a few seconds.
That was what the three Totem Warriors were feeling now. Flying Eagle lay on the ground and screamed. He looked at his lower body that was flying a few meters away in disbelief. "Impossible! How is this possible! I can't accept this! I can't accept this! "
Night Wolf could not stand the pain and stimulation. He screamed crazily, as if he had completely lost his mind.
The Furious Lion, on the other hand, stared at Zuo Zhicheng with bloodshot eyes. He slapped the ground with both hands and pounced on Zuo Zhicheng again. When he exerted his strength, his intestines and organs almost fell out of his abdomen and onto the ground. It was a horrifying sight.
"Oh? Not bad. " Zuo Zhicheng did not expect the Enraged Lion's will to be so firm that he wanted to fight back before he died. Seeing this kind of willpower and firm belief, Zuo Zhicheng's eyes revealed a look of admiration.
"If that's the case, then take another move from me."
As Zuo Zhicheng said that, gushing sounds of water gushed out from his body. He had already unleashed the Heavenly River Toppling Downpour toward the Enraged Lion. An unbelievably majestic palm force landed on the Enraged Lion's head. Then his body let out a soft trembling sound, and he exploded like a bomb, turning into a pile of minced corpses.
Zuo Zhicheng's palm not only used the explosive force of the Fall of the Heavenly River, but also the vibrational force of the Yama's Golden Body. Just like when he used the Yama's Golden Body to repel the three Totem Warriors, he did not only repel their strength, but also injected the vibrational force into their bodies, causing their bodies to resonate, thus destroying their internal organs and bones.
Obviously, during this period of cultivation and the communication with the Yama's Holy Son, Dugu Feng, Zuo Zhicheng's Yama's Golden Body had become more and more unfathomable. Now, he could even combine it with the Fall of the Heavenly River to turn the Furious Lion into minced meat.
From the looks of it, his martial arts had become purer and more skillful, gradually merging into one. Every move he made had traces of several different martial arts.
The three Totem Warriors had attacked Zuo Zhicheng. Zuo Zhicheng had killed three Totem Warriors with one sword strike. Then, he had killed the Furious Lion with one palm strike. Only a few seconds had passed. However, everyone was so shocked that their eyeballs almost fell out of their sockets when they saw this scene. The three Totem Warriors had been unhindered on the battlefield. They had been invincible on the battlefield. But, they had been killed by Zuo Zhicheng with one move.
Tan Qing's expression changed abruptly. "Amazing! What an amazing hard body skill! What an amazing palm technique!"
Another martial artist beside him sucked in a breath of cold air. "The most powerful thing is still that Dao technique! Could this person be a Daoist priest? These three Totem Warriors were veterans. Zhao Xingzhou had fought with them several times. But, he had only been able to defeat them. He had never been able to kill them. So, who was this man? How could he be so powerful? "
Sark, who had been injured by the First Prince's spear, was also shocked. "Who is this man?"
On the other side, Zhao Qingling's expression changed drastically. She stared at Zuo Zhicheng and said, "Who is this man? Who is this man? When did such a master appear in the New World? He used Dao technique. Could he be a Daoist priest from the other three armies?
But why don't I know him? Damn it! Does this bastard know what he's doing? My painstaking efforts and my forbearance have all gone down the drain! "
Yes, there was no reason for Zhao Qingling to not be so flustered and exasperated. After all, everything that Zuo Zhicheng had done was equivalent to turning all her previous attempts to win him over into nothing. It was as if their relationship with the Han Te tribe had been dragged back to the freezing point.
Even if the First Prince knew that they were not on the same side, as long as Zuo Zhicheng was a citizen of the Da Qi State, the Han Te tribe would not let him off so easily after he had killed so many people in front of so many people. It was as if the enemy nation had put a knife to their neck.
If they still supported peace talks under such circumstances, even the Hante King would be forced to step down from his position by the nobles in his tribe.
Zhang Shao's expression was complicated. "The Heavenly Snake King … He's the Heavenly Snake King, Zuo Zhicheng. I've seen him fight in the Northern Wilderness. I didn't expect his martial arts and Dao techniques to become even more powerful after this period of time."
"He's the Heavenly Snake King? Damn it! That damned bastard! " Zhao Qingling could not help but curse when she thought about how all her efforts had gone down the drain. It was as if her previous gentle and polite demeanor was just a disguise.
Not only was she cursing, but she was also extremely furious. There were many things that she could not say out loud. 'This brat has really ruined my plans. My attempts to win him over, marry him, and send him as an ambassador were just a disguise. I wanted to sneak into the Hante tribe's palace and take the opportunity to steal the iron armor that Amaliken had left behind. Now, this brat has completely ruined my plans. '
It turned out that Zhao Qingling's attempts to please the First Prince and the Crown Prince, as well as her righteousness and self-sacrifice in front of Zhang Shao were all just a disguise. This woman's scheming and shrewdness had completely exceeded Zhang Shao and the others' expectations. If not for Zuo Zhicheng, they would probably still be counting the money for Zhao Qingling after she had sold them out.
On the other side, the First Prince, who had watched Zuo Zhicheng kill the three Totem Warriors, felt as if his heart was bleeding.
"Three Totem Warriors! A total of three totem warriors! How much effort and wealth did they spend? They were killed so easily. "
"I've heard of this Taoist technique before. You must be the Heavenly Snake King Zuo Zhicheng who defeated the Hell Demon's Holy Son in the Northern Wilderness, right? I didn't expect the rumors to be true. You've cultivated both Taoist and martial arts to such a level. However, since you've killed our Hante warriors today, we won't rest until one of us is dead. "
The First Prince roared crazily, "Kill him! Kill him for me! Whoever kills him will be rewarded with 10,000 Marquis and 2,000 cows and sheep! I'll even take him as my adopted son! "
Some of the soldiers who had seen Zuo Zhicheng's power and started to flee immediately heard the First Prince's words. It was as if they had been injected with chicken blood.
Although most of them still fled, there were still more than 1,500 soldiers who had followed the three Totem Warriors to attack Zuo Zhicheng. They stood between Zuo Zhicheng and the First Prince. Their bows, arrows, spears, and machetes were all aimed at Zuo Zhicheng.
The feeling of being stared at by thousands of people was unprecedented for Zuo Zhicheng. After all, even in the Northern Wilderness, he had never encountered so many enemies or such a strong murderous intent.
This was especially so for Zuo Zhicheng, who was a Human Physiognomy expert. He could sense the endless anger, enmity, killing intent, fear, hatred, and viciousness coming from the heavens and earth. These emotions constantly pressed down on Zuo Zhicheng's heart and attacked his soul.
He felt that under the impact of these countless thoughts, the power of his mind seemed to be a little purer.
Feeling the changes in his heart, Zuo Zhicheng walked step by step towards the army. His pace was not fast, but his speed was very fast. In the blink of an eye, he was already in close combat with the soldiers in the army.
Spears pierced through the air, machetes chopped down, and all kinds of weapons slashed at Zuo Zhicheng from all directions. Every Khantes soldier's face was distorted and full of murderous intent. They were giving it their all.
However, Zuo Zhicheng was like a majestic mountain. Regardless of whether it was machetes, spears, staffs, axes, swords, hammers, or spears, none of the attacks could slow him down. On the contrary, all the soldiers who attacked him were sent flying by the rebounding force of the Devil's Golden Body.
Every soldier who hit Zuo Zhicheng would bleed from their seven orifices, their purlicue cracked, and they would be sent flying.
Zuo Zhicheng's footsteps seemed to have an evil charm that brought the soldiers around him into an incomparable panic. Around him, even the sunlight in the sky seemed to have dimmed.
Wherever he passed, it was as if a sickle had cut away wheat. The soldiers fell down row by row. No one could slow down Zuo Zhicheng's footsteps for even a second.
Step by step, Zuo Zhicheng's gaze seemed to pass through the bodies of countless people and directly enveloped the first prince's body. At this moment, the first prince felt as if his body had fallen into an ice cave. As a Totem Warrior, he actually felt incomparable fear.
It was as if the grassland elite in front of him, the invincible lion, could not protect him at all.
The sounds of killing on the battlefield shook the sky, but it could not dispel the chill in his heart.
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