Just when the guards were about to attack Ling Xiao, a sharp shout suddenly came from the ancient palace.
I saw Xia Yong's figure stepping from a distance, jumping up and down in front of Ling Xiao and others.
Don't tell me, it's so cute.
"Who are you? Why did you break into our Xia Clan's Holy Palace?"
At this time, there was some confusion in his eyes. The young man in front of him didn't look like someone sent by Xia Sheng to kill him, right?
But...inexplicably, he felt a touch of oppression from this young man.
How can it be?
"How presumptuous! Why don't you kneel down when you see this emperor!"
Ling Xiao's face turned cold, although he had roughly guessed the plot in front of him.
But some details still need to be confirmed from the Xia clan emperor in front of him.
"Kneel down? How presumptuous!! How dare you humiliate me, the emperor! Boy, I think you are impatient!!"
The God King's guard gave a cold shout and finally stopped hesitating. The spiritual light outside his body flashed and he stormed towards Ling Xiao.
Humiliating the emperor can kill nine tribes!
Although our Xia clan is in decline, how can we humiliate our majesty by a mere seventeen-year-old boy?
only!
At this time, Ling Xiao's face not only showed no trace of nervousness, but showed a touch of disdain.
Then, he stretched out a palm in a calm manner, and there seemed to be a dragon talisman shining with dazzling golden light in it.
"Wei Wu, stop!!!!"
Suddenly, a look of shock, horror, and disbelief appeared on Xia Yong's face.
The powerful God King instinctively stopped his momentum, but finally fell in front of Ling Xiao.
"Puch!"
There was no hesitation and no time to react.
Suddenly, a black long knife appeared in the young man's other hand, and it stabbed into Wei Wu's heart.
Wei Wu lowered his head blankly, looking at the ancient knife that had pierced his body, with the same look of disbelief on his face.
Gan!!
Young man, you don't care...
"Buzz."
A strange buzzing sound sounded, and Wei Wu's body withered instantly.
At the same time, blood flashed in the young man's eyes, and the former's soul quietly left his body and disappeared strangely.
"Gulu!"
The entire summer palace suddenly fell into a dead silence.
Even Xia Yong looked at the tall figure in white clothes in front of him with fear on his face.
What a weird method, what an evil magic knife!
But inexplicably, he felt a little excited.
Because he recognized that dragon talisman!!!
That fluctuation is unmistakable!!!
Could it be that my request was protected by the gods and reached the ears of Zu?!
"You...you are..."
"Grandson, you still don't kneel down when you see me!! How dare you offend my majesty!!"
Ling Xiao shouted coldly, with a touch of disappointment on his face.
Seeing the look on his face, Xia Yong finally didn't dare to hesitate anymore and knelt down on the ground with a plop.
really!!!
"Xia Yong, the 19th generation unworthy descendant of the Xia Clan, comes to meet the ancestor of Xia Chen!! Ask the ancestor... to avenge the Xia Clan!"
Xia Yong rang his head, full of anger and grievance, and actually smashed the bluestone floor with several cracks.
You can’t go wrong!
The young man in front of me looks exactly like the ancestor sculpture enshrined in the ancestral hall!
The same handsomeness and majesty, the same indifference and arrogance.
This is the soul of our Xia Clan and the belief of our Xia Clan!
"You are spared death. They are just ants who dare to draw a sword against me. You should die!"
Ling Xiao glanced calmly at the dozen remaining guards around him.
Among them were two marquises and seven generals, who seemed to be all the powerful men in this small summer palace.
Decline!
But no matter how low it is, it’s still nourishment!
"Why don't you kneel down and die! It would be an honor for you to die in the hands of your ancestors!!"
Xia Yong shouted coldly, and a look of determination to die instantly appeared on the faces of the nine guards.
Those who can follow Xia Yong here are all the most loyal guards.
They dare not disobey the emperor's orders.
Although... they still haven't figured out how this seventeen-year-old divine general became the ancestor of the Xia clan, but...
Being disrespectful to our ancestors is a crime that deserves to be punished!
"Please give me death, ancestors!"
Hearing this, Ling Xiao sneered, slashed out the black knife in his hand, and instantly harvested their lives.
"Buzz."
The black soul palace rose several feet higher again, but from beginning to end, there was not a trace of hesitation in Ling Xiao's eyes.
The journey to immortality is vast, and it is all about conquering all the spirits of heaven and earth.
Besides, as a villain, as long as we can strengthen ourselves, how can we worry about anything else.
If he is guilty, then in this land of Western Frontier, all the soldiers have blood on their hands.
Therefore, they are all guilty!
And what I want to do is to clean up all the sins in the world and contribute to the peace of the world!
All soldiers, rest in peace!
When I unify the Western Territory and make this world free of conquests, you... will all be defenders of the Dao!
Ling Xiao!
You are righteous!
You have the world in your heart!
Unknowingly, Ling Xiao was almost moved to tears by his righteous deed!
"Ancestor!!"
It wasn't until Xia Yong's voice came from in front of him that a coldness flashed across his face.
"Hmph! Get up."
"Ancestor! My grandson is guilty!!"
Xia Yong's eyes showed grief and anger, and there was a look of pain on his face.
"Oh? What's the crime?"
Ling Xiao raised his eyebrows slightly, here he comes!
Originally, he thought that this dragon talisman alone might not make Emperor Xia surrender.
Unexpectedly, he still underestimated...the power of faith!
Especially Xia Chen's name has long been the mark of the Xia Clan. Even though he is only at the level of a divine general now, in the eyes of these Xia Clan descendants, he is the Nine Heavens God and the source of the Xia Clan's strength.
God...how can we tolerate offence?
Of course, even if Emperor Xia was dissatisfied, he would naturally have no fear.
With the strength of Xing Shen and Huo Heng, it is not easy to crush a third-grade God Emperor to death.
What's more, in his hand, there is an incarnation of Taixuan Dao Master's soul.
Villains, be cautious and cautious!
Heaven and earth are the order of the day, and I must be the one...who controls the situation!
"Ancestor, Yong... you have lost your face and ruined the foundation of our Xia clan! Even the other half of the talisman you left behind has now fallen into the hands of thieves!!"
Xia Yong prostrated on the ground, crying bitterly, but did not get up for a while.
"Oh? Whose hands did it fall into?"
Originally, Ling Xiao thought that since the Great Xia Dynasty was so powerful, all he had to do was make them believe that he was Xia Chen's soul and had experienced it in the lower realm, and that this ancient dynasty was not yet in his possession.
But he really didn't expect that Emperor Xia would be so cowardly, even losing his country.
Gan!
"Xia Sheng! In the hands of my second brother!!"
Xia Yong gritted his teeth, his eyes showing resentment.
"Second brother? Kiss second brother?"
A flash of surprise suddenly flashed across Ling Xiao's face, and turned into evil.
"That's right! That bastard is so ambitious that he plans to seek his own country...I..."
"How can this fall into the hands of thieves? Since they are all named Xia, they are still a family!"
Before Xia Yong could finish his words, Ling Xiao suddenly shook his head and smiled.
"Um?"
Xia Yong looked stern and pondered for a long time.
Gan!!
What our ancestors said seems to make sense!
This country is indeed still in the hands of my Xia clan!