The old man's hair was disheveled and his appearance was slovenly. It seemed that Ao Moli had held him with a sharp sword and forcibly dragged him here.
Everyone recognized the old man's identity immediately.
He is none other than the old king of Fengyun Kingdom, Ao Moli's biological father!
"Tell the ancient warriors in black behind you to put down their weapons. You should hand over the evil sword in your hands and surrender. Otherwise, I will kill this old guy with one sword immediately!"
As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar in the square. Even the countless Royal City Forbidden Army soldiers under Ao Moli all sighed in disbelief.[
"Beast! Ao Moli, you... you are worse than a beast. You even took your father as a hostage for your own selfish gain. Do you still have any humanity?"
Ming Qianhe couldn't stand it any longer, so he stepped forward, pointed angrily at Ao Moli, and cursed loudly.
"The human heart...Ming Qianhe, this is all thanks to the good disciple you taught, Ao Junxie! My Ao Moli's human heart has long been taken away by this arrogant God of War!"
Ao Moli stood on the high platform and roared with gnashing teeth. The jealousy had completely driven him into a state of madness.
Ming Qianhe shook his head in pain, speechless.
Everyone's eyes turned to Ao Junxie in the center of the square, waiting for his answer.
"Ao Moli... you are so confused! I, Ao Junxie, want to be the Lord of Fengyun, how can I be blackmailed by you using my own father!
You can ignore the love between father and son, but you insist that I, Ao Junxie, cannot let go of brotherly love!"
Ao Junxie suddenly raised his head, his eyes as red as wild beasts were directed at Ao Moli on the high platform. His arm shook, and the tip of the red dragon sword was already aimed at the high platform.
"Believe it or not, I killed both your father and your son!"
A deep roar completely panicked Ao Moli on the high platform! A severe dizziness hit him, almost making him unsteady and causing him to fall down from the high platform.
Hearing Ao Junxie's cold and decisive response, even the old king who was dying under Ao Moli's sharp sword wailed in horror.
"Brother Wang, are you... really..."
"No! You can't!"
An old and hoarse voice suddenly sounded.
In the blink of an eye, after a burst of panicked footsteps, the figure of the white-haired old man stood in front of Ao Junxie,
"Jun Xie, you must not do this kind of brother-killing thing! Ao Moli has lost his humanity. If you kill his father and son, how will you be different from Ao Moli!
At that time, even if you get Fengyun Kingdom, so what? You will never be able to wash away the infamy of betrayal and usurpation of the country! You must think twice!"
Ming Qianhe kept shaking his head and anxiously advising Ao Junxie.[
For a long time, there was a dull silence in the square of Fengyun King City.
Ao Junxie stared coldly at Ao Moli and his son on the high platform, with murderous intent in his eyes. He heard Ming Qianhe's words very clearly, but he was indifferent.
"Jun Xie, you can't disregard your brother Wang's life or death!"
From behind, a gentle voice came.
Just such a gentle sentence was like a spring breeze, and the cold and bloody murderous aura on Ao Junxie's face finally began to melt away.
"Yes! Miss Feng is right! Master, Fengyun War God is proud of the kingdom for his military exploits, and is respected by the soldiers for his human heart. If you kill your own brother... and lose the hearts of the world, how can you talk about hegemony!"