"The King of the North subdues the King of the North?"
As soon as this statement came out, 99% of the people present looked puzzled, feeling hugely unfamiliar with such a name.
Only a few elderly people, around the same age as Duan Zhengyang, seemed to know some of the inside story.
"King in the North, is he still alive?"
An old man whispered, which was both shocking and awe-inspiring.
"Master, who is the King of Zhenbei?"
"He was the king before the founding of the People's Republic of China. He once ruled the entire northern border."
An old man said, "The north of China has always been a restless place. It has been in chaos since ancient times. In ancient times, it was not the territory of the Han people, but the Huns, Turks, Khitans, Jurchens and Mongols. Historically
, these barbarians often invade our country’s territory.”
"The First Emperor of Qin, Emperor Wu of Han, Emperor Taizong of Tang, and Zhu Yuanzhang all sent troops to the north to attack these barbarians."
"But those battles only treated the symptoms, not the root cause."
"Those barbarians, even if they are defeated, can live in peace for a few decades at most, and then they will come back and start another war."
"Until the King of the North was born, he swept across the north in one battle and subdued many heroes, whether they were masters or barbarians. Not to mention you had thousands of troops, even if you had a hundred thousand troops, so what?"
"Two hundred years ago, the Xiongnu, Turks, Khitan, Jurchens and Mongols once joined forces and assembled a hundred thousand soldiers, but the king of Zhenbei defeated the coalition with one man!"
"However, since the founding of the People's Republic of China seventy years ago and the great unification of China, King Zhenbei has disappeared."
As soon as this statement came out, everyone was shocked.
One person can defeat an army of 100,000 people?
Even a first-grade grandmaster can't do such a thing, right?
Those are 100,000 people, all wearing armor, well-equipped, and well-trained, not 100,000 ants.
A first-grade grandmaster is surrounded by 100,000 people and will die of exhaustion.
"Wait a minute, if so much time had passed, King Zhenbei would have been dead long ago, right?"
Yun Ming, who was on the side, was so fascinated that he couldn't help shouting.
That figure was already two hundred years ago, the king of the ancient times. No matter how powerful he was, he had turned into loess, right?
"Junior, be careful, that person is a king of the generation, how can you look at it with a mortal's eyes?"
After hearing this, Duan Zhengyang snorted coldly. The second-grade grandmaster was full of awe at this time, "It is said that the realm of the king has broken through the limitations of mortals in terms of life span. In the records of our Dragon and Tiger Sect, it is said that that realm
, is called the Four Tribulations Realm of Tongtian. My ancestor of Longhumen has been pursuing this realm all his life, and so is the Zen Master Longxiang!"
"Is there a higher realm than a first-grade grandmaster? Where is the pinnacle of martial arts?"
It was the first time for many people to hear it and they were shocked.
"It seems that China is actually a crouching tiger, hidden dragon. It's not as simple as it seems."
Instead of feeling scared, Li Wenchan showed interest.
He can be sure that the Four Tribulation Realm of Tongtian mentioned by Duan Zhengyang really exists.
He is in this realm.
There are four small realms in the Four Tribulations Realm of Tongtian, and each realm can increase your life span to a certain extent.
When you reach the fourth realm, your lifespan will reach a thousand years.
"So it seems that the legend of the king of Tianbang is true? This King of Zhenbei and the only King of Hell on Tianbang are both the same type of people."
Yun Ming exclaimed.
His voice caused many people to reflect.
In the past, most people were dubious about the legend about Tianbang, but now it seems that there really is such a powerful and invincible king in the world.
The King of Hell has one enemy against ten thousand, but what he is dealing with is modern military, which mainly relies on artillery fire. It is not weaker than the one hundred thousand army of the King of Zhenbei.
"I wonder who is more powerful, the mysterious King of Hell or the King of Zhenbei?"
Yun Ming was curious.
"Hmph, that is of course King Zhenbei. A hundred years ago, among the kings in the world, who would dare to disrespect King Zhenbei? The evil king in Southeast Asia was once defeated by King Zhenbei. As for the King of Hell, among all the kings in the world
, I have never heard of such a person.”
Duan Zhengyang sneered.
When he was young, he once followed the ancestor of Longhumen and met the Zhenbei King. His invincible demeanor was still fresh in his memory to this day.
"King Zhenbei, is he your support?"
Looking at the confident Duan Zhengyang, Li Wenchan asked with a half-smile.
"Yes, I, the Longhu Clan, once followed that king and had some feelings for him. If you bully him too much, I will have no choice but to go to the north and ask for an audience with the King of Zhenbei."
Duan Zhengyang said confidently, "Believe me, King Zhenbei is not someone you can afford to offend."
"It seems that these are your last words."
Li Wenchan sighed softly.
"What do you mean, do you really dare to kill me?"
Duan Zhengyang's expression changed. He looked into Li Wenchan's eyes and couldn't help but shudder.
What kind of cold eyes are those?
It's not like a butcher who kills countless people, but more like a god looking down on the world and seeing everything as ants.
A butcher who kills someone still has some fear of regret, but how can a person regret it when he steps on a bunch of ants?
"Duan Zhengyang, you don't understand me very well. I'm a person who always accepts soft things rather than hard words. If you kneel down and beg for mercy, I will leave you a way to live, but you want to threaten me."
"Do you think you can scare me away by moving out a Zhenbei King? Don't say he's not here, even if he is, I will kill you just the same!"
"Okay, I'll send you on your way."
Li Wenchan punched out, and saw an invisible wave appear in the void, rippling away.
"you dare!"
Duan Zhengyang was shocked and angry. He hurriedly took out a bead, which exploded with a "pop" and turned into a golden mask, covering himself.
This bead has a great origin. It was a protective object given by King Zhenbei when Longhumen served for him.
The power of King Zhenbei is sealed inside!
With this bead, even a first-grade grandmaster cannot break it.
This was also the reason why Duan Zhengyang dared to talk to Li Wenchan like this.
"With this thing here, you can't hurt me! After I report this to King Zhenbei, you will be dead. No one in this world dares to disrespect King Zhenbei."
Duan Zhengyang looked at Li Wenchan, with a flash of resentment in his eyes.
As an old grandmaster of the Dragon and Tiger Clan, when had he ever received such resentment? Especially since he had a backer like King Zhenbei, even a first-grade grandmaster would not dare to kill him like this.
"On this basis, you still want to stop me?"
Li Wenchan sneered, full of disdain.
His punch was a genuine Feixian Fist!
"Bang!"
I saw the fist mark falling on the golden mask.
In Duan Zhengyang's shocked eyes, the mask was shattered by a punch, and the remaining punch marks continued to fall on his body.
His entire chest was directly penetrated by this fist mark, and a bright blood hole appeared from the front and back.
"Could it be that you are..."
Duan Zhengyang's eyes widened, and there was still disbelief in his eyes.