On the side, Nangong Jinsheng was secretly surprised after hearing Fen Xin's angry report.
He did not expect that after several years of seeing each other, Ao Junxie was far from the arrogant Prince Ao he used to be. He had sufficient resourcefulness and judgment.
If Nanzhao and Fengyun can overcome this difficulty, they will definitely form an alliance...
On the high platform, surrounded by white-clothed warriors, the bald holy king finally slowly moved his eyes away from Qing Kuang's body, glanced lightly in the direction of the city gate in the distance, sighed, and said:
"Needless to say! I had expected this outcome! Fen Xin, you throw the two female members of the Nangong royal family down first! [
If they don’t try their best, throw a prince down every once in a while!”
These words came out of the mouth of the holy king, and they were said carelessly, as if they were home-cooked meals. This shows how worthless a mortal's life is in his eyes.
After Fen Xin heard this, an evil smile appeared on his face.
"As you command, Holy King!"
After saying that, he turned around and strode towards the city gate.
Nangong Jinsheng listened to the conversation between the two, gritted his teeth with hatred, and was about to rush towards the other party. Just as he took two steps, white shadows flashed around him, and five or six long swords were already placed on his neck.
"Bald Holy King! You devil, the most despicable and insidious person in the world! You are a descendant of the ancient strong man of mankind, dressed in a luxurious white robe, yet you have committed such a sinister and shameless deed!"
Nangong Jinsheng shouted angrily at the Holy King, but the other party seemed to turn a deaf ear to him, with no expression on his face, not even looking at Nangong Jinsheng.
Qingkuang stepped forward, pulled Nangong Jinsheng back, and said calmly:
"Don't waste your energy! The Temple of Light has already lost its humanity!"
Nangong Jinsheng returned to his original position angrily, his heart hurting like a knife.
In the direction of the city gate, there are bursts of killing sounds, the sound of swords, and screams. The sky is filled with fire and smoke. You can also vaguely smell the rotten smell of Miao's plague technique...
Everything was suffering in anxiety. Nangong Jinsheng was restricted by heavy troops, anxious and restless.
In Qing Kuang's heart, although she was worried about Ao Junxie's safety at this moment, she knew that the more this happened, the less she could teach the Holy King to see the fear and weakness in her heart. She just lightly brushed the strings in her hand with her fingertips and adjusted her breath.
And wait.
Half an hour later, behind everyone, there was once again the sound of messy footsteps, stumbling.
It looks much more embarrassing than last time.
Fen Xin was disgraced and rushed to the Holy King out of breath, saying in horror:
"Holy King... It's not good! Aojunxie... Fengyun's army is about to break through the city gate and enter the capital of Nanzhao!
If a large army surges in and the situation becomes chaotic, those Nanzhao soldiers and civilians, I am afraid... the small ones will no longer be able to control it!" [
A hint of imperceptible anger flashed across the Holy King's face, and soon became stern again.
"Don't the Nanzhao soldiers have the ability to stop them? Don't you still have dozens of Poison Masters from Miao territory?"
"Yes... there is! But... Holy King, I don't know why, that Aojunxie's Fengyun army is quite resistant to the poisonous spells of our Miao people today. It seems that they are well prepared. I have little suspicion.
Their army already has antidote potions..."
"What?!"
The Holy King could no longer hold back and stood up with a roar.