"As you command!"

The worshipers responded in unison, then dispersed, surrounding Ning Chen and Su Qianxue.

"Bold gangster, you are so arrogant, we will capture you today and punish you!" a worshiper shouted sternly.

Hearing this, Ning Chen sneered and said, "It depends on whether you have the ability."

"Huh, arrogant. If we join forces, even the legendary strong men can fight!"

As he said that, powerful auras of strength surged from the bodies of the worshipers, and they rushed towards Ning Chen at the same time.

Ning Chen's eyes were gloomy and he directly took out the small jade sword from the Qiankun Ring.

In the Dantian, the spiritual power vortex rotates, and the spiritual power mercury comes out one after another, flowing into the sword body along the eight extraordinary meridians.

The small jade sword, which was only an inch long, turned into a three-foot green sword.

Before coming, Ning Chen managed to regain his strength by taking pills.

Although the injuries suffered before cannot be fully recovered for a while, they need to be nursed back to health slowly.

But it is more than enough to cope with these offerings.

Looking at the people rushing towards him, Ning Chen raised his sword and waved it casually.

Whoosh!

Several rays of sword light suddenly shot out, slashing at everyone.

Upon seeing this, the worshipers used their own methods to prepare to block the sword light.

"Hmph, you thought you could defeat us with just this method...Pfft!"

One of the worshipers sneered and spoke, just as he was about to make a few taunts, he faced the sword light directly.

Immediately afterwards, a surge of unparalleled power erupted, causing him to spurt blood and fly backwards.

The same situation also happened to several other worshippers.

Facing Ning Chen's sword with all his strength, these worshipers had no power to fight back and were knocked to the ground one after another.

Seeing his royal enshrinement being defeated in a crushing manner, the king's eyes shrank and panic surged in his heart.

"What the hell...how can this guy be so powerful?"

At this moment, he finally realized how his son died.

After defeating all the worshipers, Ning Chen turned to look at the king with cold eyes: "Your Majesty, is there anyone you can call out?"

The king subconsciously took two steps back, gritted his teeth and said: "You, what do you want to do? Don't mess around, I still have tens of thousands of troops here..."

"Then it seems there is no more."

Ning Chen nodded, tapped his toes, and jumped onto the roof of a palace.

He raised his right hand high, looked calm, and said calmly: "I will not kill you, because the person who wanted to kill me has already paid the price, but as his father, of course you have to pay the price."

The whirlpool of spiritual power in the body rotated crazily, and mercury released a stream of spiritual power that gathered in the palm of his hand.

"I don't think your place is pleasing to the eye. Please disappear."

The moment the words fell, Ning Chen lightly lowered his right hand.

Whoosh whoosh!

Countless spiritual sword lights condensed out, circling and dancing, converging into a sword-qi mad dragon!

"roar!"

The wild dragon roared and began to run rampant in the palace.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The thick walls and the vast palace were like paper in front of this sword-qi mad dragon, unable to stop the mad dragon's collision.

Palaces fell down one after another, and with the dust and smoke filling the sky, the entire palace continued to collapse, as if an earthquake had occurred!

The ground shook, and the soldiers swayed left and right, grabbing onto things around them to steady themselves.

But the king sat down on the ground with a plop, looking ahead in horror, his lips trembling.
Chapter completed!