After a period of anxious silence, Ao Junxie looked directly at Ao Moli and his son. The murderous look in his eyes finally began to slowly fade away, replaced by a deep pain and pity for the old king.
Opposite him, Ao Moli's originally panic-stricken eyes gradually began to glow with a glimmer of pride.
Ao Junxie slowly put down the Red Dragon Sword in his hand.
Behind him, dozens of black-clothed disciples from the Evil Land also lowered their heads in despair and put down their weapons one after another.[
This time, it was the first time in Fengyun War God Ao Junxie's life that he voluntarily surrendered.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
On the high platform, Ao Moli looked at Ao Junxie, who had killed countless people, and finally lowered his proud head, and couldn't help but look up to the sky and smile.
"Ao Junxie, I knew it! You will definitely admit defeat! I know your weakness! This time, I, Ao Moli, won the bet!
Come on! Let’s rush up together and poke a few holes in this arrogant God of War. Otherwise, I will not trust this fierce tiger!
He just killed hundreds of royal guards in one go, and his hands were stained with the blood of your brothers. It’s time for him to repay some of it!"
Ao Moli waved the royal sword in his hand and shouted loudly at the forbidden warriors in the royal city at his feet.
However, for a long while, no one made any move.
"Why! How dare you disobey my king's orders! I am the master of Fengyun Kingdom, the King of Fengyun, and you are the forbidden army of the royal city and my subordinates, Ao Moli!"
Ao Moli roared again.
But, still no one listened to him.
"Asshole! Do you want to die? Don't forget that the lives of your family members and clan members are all in my hands!"
This arrogant shout once again shocked Ming Qianhe, Qing Kuang and others at what Ao Moli had done.
In the square, the crowd started to stir, and the heavily armed Forbidden Army warriors finally began to approach Ao Junxie slowly and reluctantly.
Ming Qianhe's old eyes closed heavily and painfully. He did not want to see his most proud disciple, the once powerful God of War, be humiliated like never before in his home city, the Royal City...
Two powerful blasts of wind suddenly flew in. After the dull sound of the warriors' helmets, the two warriors walking in the front fell to the ground.
When everyone reacted and looked intently, everything that happened before their eyes was indeed real.
Three steps away from Aojunxie, the corpses of two Forbidden Army warriors were already lying on the ground, with a sharp arrow stuck on each of their heads.
No one could see clearly where the arrow came from.[
All the Forbidden Army warriors looked nervously at Ming Qianhe, Qing Kuang and the dozens of black-clothed disciples beside them.
But, no!
All the black-clothed disciples in the evil land have put down their weapons. They are already unarmed at this moment, and there is no bow or crossbow at all.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Three more powerful cold arrows flew towards them, and a white light flashed. The five Forbidden Army warriors groaned and fell to the ground dead.
Two of the arrows penetrated two warriors each!
Everyone's hearts were in their throats. Even Ming Qianhe, who had his eyes closed, suddenly felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere.
Now, everyone could see clearly that the arrows that killed these warriors were neither the siege arrows from Fengyun's army nor the iron-made arrows from Ao Moli's men just now. To be more precise, they were like arrows from the rivers and lakes.