The cold words of standing idly by shocked all the imperial soldiers. This could not be their general. Their general was fearless.
"Tao... Tao hero... has... something to discuss..." Wang Shun struggled and shouted.
The soldiers of the Twelve Corps surrounded him instantly, and they drew their weapons and aimed them at Daolin.
"Let go of our regiment commander!" a large group of soldiers shouted in unison.
"You are so united! Were you also so united when you killed Lao Han that day? Were you also so united when you buried me?" Dolin said with a cold gaze as he glanced around.
Many soldiers lowered their heads after hearing Daolin's words, but their weapons were still pointed at Daolin.
"You guys, you guys, shouldn't have saved you at night. Do you still remember who protected you? It doesn't matter. I remind you, it was Old Han, the old Han who had his head cut off by you." Daolin said as he spoke.
The hand squeezing Wang Shun's neck became tighter and tighter.
Wang Shun's entire face turned red, and his dangling legs could hardly move.
"Kill!" I don't know who shouted, and then the spear stabbed Dolin's body, followed by dense shadows of spears stabbing Dolin's body.
There was no scene of the spear penetrating Dolin's body. Instead, there was a series of breaking sounds. All the spears that pierced his body were broken into pieces.
"Look at your subordinates, how united they are, how they don't hesitate to take action!" Daolin put Wang Shun back on the ground with an evil smile, and released his grip on his neck.
Wang Shun collapsed to the ground and coughed violently as if his bones had been ripped out.
Leng Yan and Thunder Flash King in the distance were both stunned. They couldn't understand why Daolin let go of Wang Shun.
They understood the next second, because they saw a figure being kicked into the sky.
Then another figure rose into the sky.
"This knife is for Old Han!" Daolin held the blood mist in mid-air and quickly slashed at Wang Shun.
"This knife is for Qianxue!" Daolin swung the knife again with his backhand.
"This knife is for myself!"
"This knife is meant to chill your warrior heart!"
"..."
He slashed out quickly with one knife after another, no blood was spilled, because the blood mist absorbed the blood, and he cursed thousands of times with one knife after another.
Pieces of meat as thin as cicada wings fell from the air, some landed on the ground, and some landed on a certain friend's face and body.
This time, Daolin used the "Cooking Ding Jie Niu" technique that he had not used for a long time, and this time he used it to the extreme, and each knife accurately cut Wang Shun's body.
He wanted Wang Shun to watch him being cut into pieces.
The soldiers of the Twelve Corps below were retreating unconsciously. Although they could not bear the tragic death of their regiment commander, they also did not want to be hit by the raw meat falling from the regiment commander's body.
The screams kept echoing in the air, making people tremble unconsciously.
But Daolin really didn't understand his hatred. He treated Wang Shun as food for his sword. His face was expressionless and his heart was calm. With each blow, his vow to Han Zimo was fulfilled.
When Wang Shun descended from the sky, only a white skeleton was left. The bones smashed to the ground and shattered, and the flesh and blood that originally belonged to the bones were just the perfect foil for him.
A total of seven thousand four hundred and thirty-six times, and by the time of more than four thousand nine hundred and fifty times, Wang Shun was in pain to death, but Daolin had no intention of letting him go.
Daolin slowly landed on the ground, and his feet happened to step on Wang Shun's white skeleton. As the soles of his feet exerted force, the white skeleton made a clicking sound, and then was crushed to pieces.
Daolin was still upset. He glanced coldly at the soldiers of the Twelve Corps around him, but Wang Shun's skull was constantly being twisted under his feet.
Dorian didn't lift his feet until the skull turned into powder.
"I know! There were other people who killed Lao Han, and there were also many people who buried me alive. There must be participants present."
"I won't say much else. If you stand up for yourself, I promise that I will never attack anyone who is not involved in the 12th Regiment. Otherwise, I don't mind letting the 12th Regiment be completely eliminated."
"Don't think that I don't dare. Anyone who wants to kill me is my enemy, whether he is from the Lieyang Empire or the Shenwu Empire."
Daolin's words were equivalent to declaring war on the entire Twelve Corps, and even on the entire Western Army.
"I counted dozens of people, and when no one came forward, I took action."
"ten…"
"Nine…"
"eight…"
"seven…"
As Daolin continued to count down, the soldiers of the Twelve Corps looked at each other. They knew that even if they went together, it would only be a matter of time before Daolin killed them all.
"six…"
"Five!" Daolin's voice suddenly rose because he saw several people standing up. These people were very familiar to him. They were the deputy commanders and commanders of the 12th Corps.
"Very good, you guys are responsible!" Daolin said with a smile, and then looked at the deputy leader named Liu Zhuo.
"Whose idea was it?" asked Dorian.
Liu Zhuo pointed to the bones at Daolin's feet.
"Who provided the medicine?" Dowling asked again.
Liu Zhuo looked at Li Chang in the crowd. At this time, Li Chang was frightened because he did not stand up and wanted to hide, but Liu Zhuo pointed him out.
"Your name is Li Chang, right? That's great!" As soon as Daolin finished speaking, he appeared directly in front of Li Chang. This terrifying speed scared Li Chang to the ground.
"Let's just say why don't you take the initiative?" Dolin knelt down and asked.
"Tao... Tao... Tao hero, I... I..." Li Chang said tremblingly.
"What are you?" Daolin reached out and patted Li Chang's cheek and said.
"I was wrong, it was...Wang Tuan...Wang Shun forced me to do it!" Li Chang said with a sad face.
"Yes, I understand, but you did it after all!" Dolin said with an evil smile, raised his hand, grabbed his neck, and threw him into the sky, and he quickly chased after him.
This time, he did not use the butler to relieve the cow, but directly beat him into a bloody mist with a fist covered with blue internal energy. The blood fell like raindrops and sprinkled the warriors below.
Dolin slowly fell from the air again.
At this time, the soldiers were frightened by Daolin, and they were a little timid when he came back again.
"The reason why this punch has this effect is because I want you to feel the bloodshed. The two masterminds are dead, and Old Han's revenge has been avenged. You can go away." After saying this, Daolin turned directly towards Leng Yan.
Go.
Has he really resolved his hatred?
Of course not, but no matter how many more people he kills, Han Zimo can't survive, so what's the difference between killing two people and killing 20,000 people?
"Have you relieved yourself?" Leng Yan asked softly when he saw Daolin coming back.
Daolin shook his head and asked, "Where is Qianxue? Where is Old Han's head?"