This palm came out of nowhere, but it was silent. Even with Randall's powerful strength at the saint level, he was completely unaware of the opponent's approach.
Even his heart was dug out, and he still had a smile on his face, and even the hope and desire in his eyes had not dissipated.
thump!
thump!
thump!
The heart left the chest, but was still beating rhythmically, seeming to show its tenacious vitality.
Randall, the majestic commander of the Golden Lion Army, passed away with a smile on his face and full of hope.
Until his life passed away, he didn't even have time to say a word.
Randall's body slowly fell down, revealing a figure behind him.
This man's hair is dim gray-white, and he wears a bronze mask with a ferocious expression on his face, making it impossible to see his face clearly. He holds a heart that is still beating slightly in his hand. The picture is indescribably bloody and strange.
It's terrifying.
"Who are you?"
Frederick's face instantly darkened, his eyes flashed with a sharp cold light, and every word was filled with endless murderous intent, "How dare you murder a member of the royal family?"
It is undoubtedly a great shame for this proud man to have his cousin die in front of his eyes. How can he not let him have his hair transplanted and become so angry?
However, the masked man just sneered, and then his body flashed and disappeared instantly, turning a deaf ear to his question.
"Want to run!"
Who was Frederick? How could he endure such disregard? He immediately spread out his body skills and chased after him. He was as fast as light and soon disappeared without a trace, leaving only Zhuma standing alone as if facing a formidable enemy.
On the spot, his expression was indescribably weird, and he didn't know how to react for a moment.
Emperor Bailechuan was fighting with Heihua Fertilizer somewhere, and the eldest prince Frederick ran to hunt down the masked man. Suddenly, there was no strong person on the street who could suppress Zhuma from a realm, only the remaining
The soldiers of the Golden Lion Army and a group of weak and helpless ordinary people.
Even among the Golden Lion Army that the imperial capital is proud of, Commander Randall has died at the hands of a mysterious masked man, while another strong saint, Brutus, has always collapsed after losing an arm.
On the stretcher prepared by the soldiers, his face was pale, his expression was decadent, and his breath was extremely weak. It would be impossible to cheer up for a while. As for fighting against a strong saint, it was undoubtedly a fantasy.
In other words, there is no one who can compete with Zhuma in the entire Jinyao Imperial Capital.
The soldiers of the Jinyao Empire who reacted quickly have realized the seriousness of the problem, and some who cherished their lives even moved their feet slightly, trying to escape from this place quietly.
If it weren't for the strict military discipline of the Golden Lion Army, escaping from battle would be a taboo. Once discovered, they would suffer inhuman punishment and torture. Most of the soldiers here might have turned around and fled.
"Why, didn't you say I'm a witch?"
Zhuma's eyes were gleaming, and she looked around. The corners of her mouth were slightly raised, revealing an indescribable and weird smile, "Didn't you say you want to kill me? My aunt is waiting here. Come on, come on, don't be polite!"
As she spoke, she moved her lotus feet and gently took a step forward.
Seeing her advancing, all the Golden Lion Army members changed their expressions, and all of them took two steps back. They were afraid that they would get too close to this enchantress. How could they still have the dignity of an imperial army?
The people around were so frightened that they couldn't even attend to the theater. They screamed and fled, and the already messy streets became even more chaotic.
"Don't you want to come over?"
Zhuma seemed to be completely unaware of the chaos around her, and still stared at the Golden Lion Army soldiers in front of her quietly, with longing beautiful eyes, a smile, and an indescribably gentle and charming voice, "Then I want to go there?
"
As soon as she finished speaking, black evil energy that was more intense than before erupted from her body, sweeping across all directions with lightning speed, covering the entire neighborhood.
Wherever the evil spirit passed, the poisonous creatures who had been knocked to the ground by Frederick suddenly seemed to have taken a tonic. Their wounds began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye, and they all cheered and cheered up.
Not only that, more and more wolf spiders appeared around Zhuma out of thin air. Each one had a tall appearance, a ferocious face, and an endless ferocious energy in its eyes. They soon arranged themselves into a group of spiders whose number was equal to that of gold.
The lion army's monster army completely turned this corner of the imperial capital into a living hell.
"Anyone with blond hair."
Zhuma narrowed her eyes, raised her white jade-like index finger slightly, with a wisp of smart black aura wrapped around her fingertips, and said word by word, "Leave no one behind!"
After receiving the order, all the poisonous creatures' eyes flashed and they rushed out in unison. Their bodies were as fast as the wind and as fast as lightning, and they instantly rushed into the ranks of the Golden Lion Army.
Dabai, Chunniu, Xiaobao, Xiaohua, Xiaowu, Xiaoxie, Xiaozhu and Wenda now all have saint-level combat capabilities. They rushed into a group of spiritual masters, carrying tigers into sheep and eagles over chicken fences, and they went all the way wantonly.
If you act recklessly, chop melons and vegetables, and the killing will be unpleasant.
For a time, shrill screams came one after another, echoing incessantly.
Soon, Zhuma's eyes were filled with a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. White bones were everywhere, and broken limbs were scattered all over the place. The red mist was lingering and steaming, and a strong sense of despair filled the world.
At this moment, hell comes to earth!
As the initiator of all this, Zhuma had a calm face, without even blinking.
She slowly turned around and was about to leave when she saw a little face that was pale with fear.
It was the little girl she saved from the feet of the Golden Lion Army soldiers.
The two looked at each other, the girl's face turned paler, and a trace of fear flashed unconsciously in her eyes.
"Sister, sister."
She tried her best to open her small mouth and begged in a trembling voice with a soft and waxy voice, "Don't, don't kill me!"
"Silly girl, my sister saved you, how could I kill you?"
Zhuma smiled, her smile was extremely gentle and sweet, but if you look closely, you can't read a trace of warmth in her eyes, "It's just that you broke my sister's heart just now, so if there is any danger again, I will
I won’t save you.”
"Sister, I, I..."
With tears in her eyes, the girl became more and more panicked. When she wanted to speak out to defend herself, she was unable to say anything touching because of her ability to express herself.
Just when she was struggling, Zhuma had already moved lightly and walked slowly past the girl, never looking at her again happily.
"Human nature really can't stand the test."
About ten feet away, she suddenly stopped, raised her head and looked up at the sky, muttering to herself, "Zhong Wen, if I don't see you again, I might become a complete evil person."
"Sister, sister!"
There was darkness all around, and screams kept coming into her ears. The girl was trembling with fear. She recalled Zhuma's heroic act of saving her earlier in her mind, and she felt regretful. She stretched out her legs and chased after her.
In the past, I hoped to be protected by this strong sister again.
"Whoosh!"
However, just after running a few steps, a gleaming golden body suddenly flew from the distance, speeding towards the girl like a cannonball, hitting the girl without any deviation, and severely pressed her thin body underneath.
The body of the Golden Lion Army soldier was motionless, his face was dark, and there was no breath between his mouth and nose. It was obvious that he had been poisoned and died.
A section of the girl's white and tender hand was exposed under his body. The slender index finger was slightly raised in the pool of blood, then slowly lowered, and then there was no movement again.
Only the sound of killing still echoed between heaven and earth, lingering for a long time.
…
"My dear son, are you finally willing to give it up?"
In the main hall of Yama Hall, Ji Gu was high on the throne, glaring fiercely at Zhong Wen below, as if he wanted to turn his gaze into a sharp arrow and stab the young man in white in front of him into a sieve.
"I'm sorry, I haven't seen each other for a long time. My son-in-law and sister Shiyu have too much to talk about."
Zhong Wen smiled and had a respectful attitude, "I couldn't help but talk to her at night by candlelight, and I forgot the time. Please forgive me, father-in-law."
His smile was bright and sunny, making people feel like a spring breeze, but when it fell into Shi Kui's eyes, it was so annoying that he wished he could give him a slap on the spot and send him directly into reincarnation.
"Are you done talking?"
He tried hard to control his emotions and said in as calm a tone as possible, "If there is nothing else, you can go back."
"Father-in-law, have you forgotten something important?" Zhong Wen cleared his throat, his expression extremely serious.
"What?" Ji Kui was stunned when he heard this.
"Since my son-in-law is engaged to Sister Shiyu, you have accepted my betrothal gift."
Zhong Wen slowly raised his head, looked directly into his eyes, and asked calmly, "Then should we discuss the dowry?"
"Huh?" Zhu Kui didn't react for a moment, "Dowry?"
"Yes, since ancient times, the matter of marrying a wife has required the man to pay a betrothal gift and the woman to pay a dowry."
Zhong Wen actually patiently explained, "My son-in-law is selling everything to get the dowry. I wonder how much dowry you plan to return?"
"You came here to attack Xiao Yu. Don't tell me."
Ji Gui felt as if he had heard a fairy tale, and his tone was indescribably weird, "How dare you ask me for a dowry?"