Cutting half is an absolute torture in any era, because after cutting half, you will not die immediately, but will feel endless pain and despair, and then die in a few seconds to dozens of seconds.

The three totem warriors now feel this way. Feiying lay on the ground, screamed, and looked at her lower body that had flown a few meters away in disbelief: "Impossible! How is it possible! I am unwilling to give up, I am unwilling to give up!"

Yelang couldn't stand the pain and stimulation, screaming wildly, as if he had completely lost his mind.

However, the angry lion's eyes were red and he stared at Zuo Zhicheng tightly. He actually slapped the ground with both hands, and rushed towards Zuo Zhicheng again. With this force, he almost knocked out the intestines and internal organs in his abdomen and fell to the ground, looking extremely terrifying.

"Oh? Not bad." Zuo Zhicheng didn't expect that the will of the angry lion had reached this point, and he wanted to fight back before he died. Seeing this willpower and firm belief, his eyes also showed an admiration.

"Since that's the case, let's take another move."

As he said that, the sound of the thundering water flowed through his body. Zuo Zhicheng had already swept the sky and swept towards the angry lion with a move. The incredible force of the palm was imprinted on the angry lion's head. Then his body made a slight tremor, and his whole body exploded like a bomb, turning into a corpse.

In Zuo Zhicheng's palm, he not only used the explosive power of Tianhe inverted, but also used the vibration force of Yanmo's golden body. Just like when he used Yanmo's golden body to recoil the three warriors, he not only recoiled the opponent's power, but also injected the shock power into the opponent's body, driving the opponent's body to resonate, thereby destroying the opponent's internal organs.

Obviously, during this period of practice, there are also communication with Dugu Feng, the Holy Son of Yanmo. Zuo Zhicheng's Yanmo's golden body has become more and more unfathomable, and now it can combine with the method of tilting the Tianhe River, shaking the angry lion into pieces.

In this way, his martial arts have become more and more proficient, and gradually become one, with several traces of martial arts in every move.

From the three totem warriors attacking Zuo Zhicheng to Zuo Zhicheng with one sword and three lives, one palm beat the angry lion alive. In just a few seconds, everyone present was surprised to see this scene. The three totem warriors who had infinite power had been killed by Zuo Zhicheng in one move before.

Tan Qing's face suddenly changed: "So powerful. Such a powerful hard skill, such a powerful palm technique!"

Another warrior next to him gasped: "The most powerful one is the Taoist technique! Is this man a canonized Taoist priest? These three totem warriors are also qualified. Even if Zhao Xingzhou faced them several times, they could only defeat them, but they were difficult to kill them. Who is this person? He is so powerful?"

Sak, who was shot and injured by the big prince, was shocked: "Who is this person?"

On the other side, Zhao Qingling's face changed wildly when he saw this scene. He stared at Zuo Zhicheng with his eyes tightly and said, "Who is this person? Who is this person? When did there be such a master in the New World? He used Taoism. Could it be the enthroned Taoist priest of the other three legions?

But why don’t I know him? Damn. Does this bastard know what he is doing? My painstaking efforts and forbearance have now turned into water!"

Yes, there is no reason why Zhao Qingling is not so angry, because everything about Zuo Zhicheng in front of her is equivalent to winning over her previous connections and contacts in a blink of an eye, which is equivalent to pulling their relationship with the Hantes back to freezing point.

Even if the eldest prince knows that they are not all the people, as long as Zuo Zhicheng is from Daqi, then he killed so many people in front of so many people, and the Hantes will never let it go. Because this is equivalent to the enemy's handing the knife to your neck.

If we support peace talks under such circumstances, even King Hante would be called out directly by the princes and nobles in the clan.

Zhang Shao, who was standing beside him, had a complicated expression: "The King of Heavenly Snake... He is the King of Heavenly Snake Zuo Zhicheng. I have seen him take action in the Northern Wilderness, but unexpectedly, his martial arts and Taoism have become more fierce after a while."

"He is the King of Heavenly Snake? Damn it! This damn bastard!" When Zhao Qingling thought of his hard work, he couldn't help but curse, as if the quietness and politeness were just a disguise.

Not only was she scolded her, but she was even more angry, because she could not say many things: "Sir, it really hurts my big deal. Originally, I was just a disguise, but I was able to sneak into the palace of the Hante tribe and take the opportunity to steal the steel war suit left by Amaliken and was worn by King Hante. Now this kid has completely ruined my good deeds."

It turns out that whether it is facing the prince or prince's favor, or Zhang Shao's righteousness and self-sacrifice, they are just a disguise of Zhao Qingling. This woman's scheming and scheming completely exceeded the imagination of Zhang Shao and others. If it weren't for Zuo Zhicheng, they might have been sold by Zhao Qingling and still counting money for each other.

On the other side, when Zuo Zhicheng killed the prince who accepted the three totem warriors, he felt that his heart was bleeding.

"Three totem warriors! The whole three totem warriors! How much effort and wealth have been spent, they were killed in an understatement."

"I have heard of this kind of Taoist technique. You are Zuo Zhicheng, the king of Heavenly Snake who defeated the Holy Son of Yanmo in the Northern Wilderness? I didn't expect that the rumors were true. Your Taoist and martial arts practice had reached this point. But if you kill my Hante warrior today, you will never stop with us."

The eldest prince roared wildly: "If you kill him, you will kill him for me! Whoever kills him will reward him with marquises of ten thousand households, two thousand cattle and sheep! I still recognize him as my adopted son!"

When they saw Zuo Zhicheng showing his might and starting to flee, some of them immediately felt like they were injected with chicken blood when they heard the eldest prince's words.

Although most of the people still escaped, there were still more than 1,500 soldiers who followed the three totem warriors to rush towards Zuo Zhicheng. They blocked between Zuo Zhicheng and the eldest prince, aiming all the bows, arrows, spears, and machetes at Zuo Zhicheng's murderous aura.

This feeling of being hostile to thousands of people and being stared at by thousands of murderous intent is unprecedented for Zuo Zhicheng. After all, even in the Northern Wilderness, even if they encounter so many enemies, they have such strong murderous intent.

Especially as a master of human appearance, Zuo Zhicheng can feel the countless anger, hostility, murderous intent, fear, resentment, and viciousness coming from the world. These emotions continue to press on Zuo Zhicheng's heart and impact his heart.

He felt that under the impact of these countless thoughts, his mental power seemed to be a little more pure.

Feeling the changes in his heart, Zuo Zhicheng walked towards the military formation step by step. His steps were not fast, but his movement was very fast. In the blink of an eye, he had already met the soldiers in the military formation.

The spear was pierced, the machete was chopped off, and all kinds of weapons were chopped from all directions towards Zuo Zhicheng. Every Hante soldier had a distorted face, a boiling murderous aura, and he tried his best.

But Zuo Zhicheng was like a majestic peak. Whether it was a sword, gun, stick, or axe, sword, hammer, spear, all attacks could not slow down his pace. Instead, all the soldiers who attacked him were all shocked by the recoil force of Yanmo's golden body.

Every soldier who hit Zuo Zhicheng would bleed in his seven orifices, his tiger's mouth collapsed, and he would rush into the air.

Zuo Zhicheng's footsteps seemed to have an evil charm, which brought the soldiers around him into great panic. It seemed that even the sunlight in the sky became dim.

Wherever he passed, it was like a sickle slashing away the wheat, and the soldiers fell down one by one. No one could slow Zuo Zhicheng down for a second.

Step by step, Zuo Zhicheng's eyes seemed to have passed through the bodies of countless people, directly covering the body of the eldest prince. At this moment, the eldest prince felt his body fall into the ice cave. As a totem warrior, he actually felt extremely fear.

It seemed that the elite grassland in front of him, the invincible lion, could not protect him at all.
Chapter completed!