From the rear, thousands of troops came in an orderly manner and stopped five feet away from the wolf army in front. The leader was clearly Nangong Chen and others.
Seeing the formation ahead, I couldn't help but feel a chill in my heart.
All beasts prostrate themselves, all ministers bow their knees.
The only ones who are qualified to stand proudly are Qingjun, Yechen, Wuxin and Qiutong standing on the side of the carriage.
And the only people who can dominate me are the people in the car.
This scene is so shocking.
"What is she going to do?" Jing Ao had a hint of doubt in his eyes. Ever since he learned that she was Qiong Ying, even though she was Zi Han, as his brother, he still couldn't feel any brother-sister affection for Qiong Ying. Maybe he couldn't guess.
Because of her, she is too unfamiliar.
Nangong Chen frowned lightly, remained silent, got off his horse, and walked towards the direction of the carriage.
Jing Ao also dismounted and followed Nangong Chen. He thought that it was good to be a stranger and he had no scruples.
Seeing this, Qinglan hesitated for a moment, but finally did not follow. The distance was too far. She was an unparalleled king, and he was just a down-and-out slave who had subjugated his country. She had even forgotten that there was such a person as him.
Jing Hao's eyes remained motionless, and his sincere eyes in the past were now like a deep pool. What was lacking was not sincerity, but sunshine.
The kitten on his shoulder kicked off its feet, fell to the ground, swung its snow-white tail, and flew away.
The little cat passed Jing Ao and Nangong Chen, came to the carriage first, boarded the carriage, and got into the carriage.
Qiongying reached out his hand and gently stroked the kitten's head.
The kitten lay docilely on the soft cushion, staring at the sky with wide eyes, and made a low whine from its mouth. The sadness of the past month was overflowing at this moment.
Outside the city gate, there was silence for a long time.
Finally, a very soft voice came from the carriage.
"Set fire and burn the city."
As cold and charming as ever, without a trace of emotion, so careless.
But the people outside fell into silence for an instant.
Even Tong Yun, who accepted the order, couldn't react for a moment. His body trembled a little and he felt gloomy.
Although the Palace of Hell killed countless people and massacred many cities, it only killed all things and people that posed a threat. The Palace of Hell has always been kind to those who surrendered.
With no buildings, no living creatures, and no subjects, such a realm cannot be called territory.
For a long while, no one dared to answer the order.
"Can't you hear me?" The voice was still very soft, but as cold as ice and snow, with a hint of displeasure.
Just when Tong Yun was about to receive the order, a sudden sharp voice broke the strange atmosphere.
"Are you crazy? There are hundreds of thousands of innocent civilians in the city. Even if they are killed, Fei Li will not be able to survive!" Jing Ao said coldly.
There is no soldier left in East Vietnam, and no East Vietnamese dare to serve as soldiers. The East Vietnam army destroyed in this month was one of the most brutal battles in Xuantian Continent in the past thousand years.
Not only did the Nanxu Empire get ready to move, but even the Guangming Palace seemed to be "preparing for the worst" and intended to become the enemy of the Palace of Hell.
However, they set fire to the city, turning this eternal royal city into ruins, and hundreds of thousands of civilians in the city disappeared.
Such killings have never happened before in the history of Xuantian Continent.
What’s even more frightening is that the Nanxu Empire will never let Yan Dian dominate, and the Guangming Palace will never let Yan Dian go.
Not only that, she hurt others and herself, and her reputation was infamous. If she had ambitions, even if she could unify the continent one day, she would not be famous throughout the ages and would be burdened with the reputation of a tyrant.
After listening to Jing Ao's words, Tong Yun swallowed her words back in her stomach and waited for the Lord's order again. Although Jing Ao's words were treasonous, it was true. There was no need to massacre the city. The Xiahou clan was already on the guillotine, just waiting for the Lord's order.