As the host's excited voice fell, endless screams came from every city and corner in Kyushu.
People went crazy about it.
No one could have imagined that at this juncture, Zhao Liming would actually take over the home of Tianlong Palace.
The host continued to shout hoarsely: "It turns out that after Baxu led the headquarters of Tianlong Temple to set off, War Lord Ao Wang sent Zhao Liming, God of War, with 500 people, and quietly reached the vicinity of Tianlong Temple."
"Just now, when the proud war master fought against Baxu, our war god Zhao Liming used 500 men to capture the Tianlong Palace, which was garrisoned by tens of thousands!"
More than a billion people are excited!
"As expected of Zhao Liming, the God of War!"
"Well done!"
"Zhao Liming, the God of War, is mighty!"
"Zhao Liming, the God of War, is mighty!"
Shouts raged in the city.
On a certain street in the city, boys and girls were sitting on a bench, looking at the screen on the Hui Center Building in the distance, on which the story of Zhao Liming, the God of War, was being broadcast.
"Sister, are they talking about my brother? My brother conquered the Tianlong Palace, right?" The ten-year-old boy turned his head and asked his fourteen-year-old sister. The six-year-old sister was sitting aside eating potato chips with clear eyes.
They are Zhao Liming's sister and brother.
When Zhao Xin heard her brother's question, she nodded heavily to Zhao Dong and said, "They are talking about my brother. My brother is the God of War. He went out to fight, and he won the battle and drove away the bad guys."
"Brother is so awesome." Zhao Dong said excitedly.
"When I grow up, I will also be a hero like my brother." Zhao Dong said happily.
Zhao Xin pursed her lips and smiled.
Her brother is gone, so now, she takes care of her younger siblings.
Zhao Xin turned her head and looked into the distance, and said quietly: "Brother, don't worry, I will take good care of my brothers and sisters. You must work hard, we are waiting for you at home."
The faith that comes from family affection seems to be conveyed far and wide.
It even reached the "Tianlong Palace" tens of thousands of kilometers away.
At this time, the flag of Kyushu and the battle flag of Long Dian have been hung over the main hall of Tianlong Palace.
Zhao Liming, dressed in a long robe, stood on the roof of the hall and looked in the direction of Kyushu.
He seemed to feel that his brothers and sisters were looking at him.
Since Long Dian took office, Zhao Liming has never seen them again.
"Dad, Mom, Dongdong, Xinxin, Xueyi, have you seen it? I won." Zhao Liming thought in his heart. This is his first battle and the first victory on his journey!
...
Kyushu is blooming everywhere, and Long Dian only needs 500 people to cut off Baxu's escape route.
Six cultivators were beheaded, and only Gu Yuntian was left alive.
Gu Yuntian had the chance to kill Yang Huanyu, but Chen Feiyu stood on the top of the mountain and blocked Gu Yuntian's steps.
All people's eyes were looking at Jiameng Mountain.
A strong wind blew in Jiameng Mountain.
Chen Feiyu, dressed in military uniform, stood like a cloud, the cloak behind him rustled, and the cold light approached him step by step.
Gu Yuntian was already breaking out in a cold sweat, staring straight at Chen Feiyu in front of him.
"You...who are you? How can there be a cultivator in Long Dian? Are you Zhao Liming? No, I have seen Zhao Liming's image, you are not Zhao Liming!" Gu Yuntian said in shock.
Chen Feiyu ignored it, turned around and walked towards Yang Huanyu.
Arriving in front of Yang Huanyu, Chen Feiyu bent down and picked up Yang Huanyu.
Yang Huanyu smiled and said weakly: "Brother, the rest is up to you."