Chapter 385 : The Holy King Appears to Earthquake (3)
"Who are you, Your Excellency?"
Ao Junxie pointed his sword in his hand and asked in a stern voice.
The bald middle-aged man smiled faintly,
"My name is Nothingness, and my tribe calls me the Holy King."
When the person said this, his tone was so soft and gentle, and he even sounded kind.[
However, such an answer was tantamount to a mountain collapsing in front of their eyes. It instantly shocked the hearts of everyone present and left them unable to say anything.
Even Xie Dechi and Wu Mian, who had been standing by and watching, couldn't help but widen their eyes.
It can be seen that even they have never seen the true face of the Holy King.
"So you are the leader of this group of insidious villains in the Temple of Light! Hmph, so to speak, you are the culprit of the sinful deeds of hundreds of my colleagues in Fengyun Continent?"
Facing the powerful man who looked like a god in front of him, Ao Junxie showed no fear at all on his face, but asked bluntly.
When faced with Ao Junxie's questioning, the bald holy king was not anxious or annoyed, and said calmly:
"The person who absorbs the spiritual power of the human warriors in Fengyun Continent is indeed me. However, the evil land is not a place that I am willing to set foot on... In my consciousness, I have never thought of appearing here...
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The Holy King had just said this. In the distance, Wu Mian, who was shrouded in black robes, hurriedly strode forward, raised his hands to the Holy King, and said loudly:
"My subordinate, the Master of the Evil Land, Wu Mian, respectfully invites the Holy King to come back. Since the Evil Land is not suitable for the Holy King to come, then..."
Before Wu Mian could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by the deep voice of a bald middle-aged man.
"Subordinate? No! How can people from the evil land be called my subordinates? This is certainly not the place where I should come, but..."
Xingwu spoke carelessly, and to others, it sounded like he was mumbling to himself.
Glancing at the bloody corpses of the temple guards on the ground, I saw that the originally white robes on their bodies were now stained with blood.
The Holy King gently stretched out a palm, and with a whoosh, the long jade staff that originally belonged to the great elder flew straight into his palm.
"The blood of dozens of clan members in the temple cannot be shed in vain! Wu Mian, I know you are loyal to the Temple of Light, but now, I cannot leave without doing anything!"
"Then...what the Holy King means..."
Wu Mian swallowed hard, and even his voice trembled because of nervousness.
"These three warriors from Fengyun Continent, as well as the Warcraft clan... none of them can survive.
Wumian, can you do it for me? Of course, you, the Evil Land clan, are the last ones. As a gift from this king, all the people in the Evil Land can choose to end their own lives. The Evil Land clan will not act in this way.
The identity of the loser disappears from this world..."[
Big beads of sweat rolled down Wuxian's face.
With a plop, Wu Mian fell on his knees in front of the Holy King.
"Holy King, have mercy on me! Holy King, have mercy on me! I, the people of the Evil Land... have never helped any of them from the beginning to the end! Holy King!"
He begged sleeplessly, but the bald middle-aged man still looked calm, peaceful and indifferent.
"You didn't help them deal with the Temple of Light, but you also watched the members of the temple die one by one, didn't you? What's more, Wu Mian, you should have heard that foreigners are not allowed in front of the Holy King!"