In the dark night, Wang Dalu led many guards from the North District to block the way of South District Deacon Zhang Du.
Zhang Du saw Wang Dalu looking at him with a harmless expression, while Li Jinbao and Li Zhaocai were slowly approaching him like horns.
Li Jinbao, who was dressed as a scholar on his left, just shook his feather fan and smiled without saying a word, while Li Zhaocai, a black-faced man on his right, grinned with an ax and looked bloodthirsty on his face.
"You want to kill me?"
Wang Dalu frowned, shook his head and sarcastically said.
"Hey, how could I want to kill you? It was obviously you who wanted to kill me in the first place."
Zhang Dou knew that he might not be able to retreat today, so he gritted his teeth and made up his mind, quickly heading towards Wang Dalu.
The two brothers Li Jinbao, who had been watching from both sides, met and blocked Zhang Du the moment he made his move.
The two of them had already received instructions from Wang Dalu, and they just protected Wang Dalu on both sides, leaving Zhang Du to Wang Dalu to take action himself.
Wang Dalu's current state is not low, and he only needs to penetrate the Du Vein to reach the peak of Duyuan state.
The cultivation level of this capital is not as good as that of Wang Ning before. More than a year ago, Wang Dalu was able to tie with Wang Ning. Now, practicing hard in the spirit gathering array every day is far better than before.
Zhang Du knew that today he would die under the siege of Wang Dalu, Li Jinbao and Li Zhaocai, so Zhaozhao risked his life in a fight, but he was still no match for Wang Dalu.
In the North District Mansion, Wang Dalu, as the eight extraordinary meridians in his body were gradually being cleared and his cultivation level was improving, he often asked Li Zhaocai to help him with tricks.
Li Meng, Jin Lie and other monks who have reached the Yuan Dynasty realm are no longer his opponents.
He and Zhang Du exchanged more than thirty moves. Zhang Du's vitality was severely damaged, his eyes were inexplicably horrified, and he kept saying incomprehensible words.
Wang Dalu ignored this and concentrated all his vitality on his fists. Using his fists to control the air, the two colors of green and gold vitality flashed out, and he jumped out with a Taishan Fist move.
Zhang Du also used up his remaining strength, and the bursting vitality in his fists was released crazily and he struck Wang Dalu.
The result was not as expected by everyone. The dust cleared and Wang Dalu stood there holding Li Jinbao in his hands, while Zhang Du was sitting next to the carriage a few feet behind, his face pale and vomiting blood, and he looked like he was going to die.
Upon closer inspection, the blood flowing from his mouth turned dark brown.
Wang Dalu has the vitality of a dragon in his body, and the dragon is actually the ancestor of highly poisonous creatures. Therefore, when Wang Dalu uses his vitality to fight against the enemy, he will naturally be highly poisonous, making it difficult for people with a similar level to him to defend himself.
This has been verified by Li Zhaocai, Li Meng and others. Li Zhaocai relied on his level to be on the first level of King Continent and could rest for a while without any serious problems. However, Li Meng and others were attacked by poisonous gas.
Trying to save him personally and sucking away the dragon energy that belongs to him might endanger his life.
Seeing that Zhang Du was barely alive, Wang Dalu nodded to Li Zhaocai and turned around to ask Li Jinbao next to him.
"Li Meng, Jin Lie, and Xiang Guang must have conquered the three districts of East, West, and South, right?"
Li Jinbao looked at the moon above his head, estimated the time and answered.
"The enemies who are stubbornly resisting in the third district are very few and have no power. After today, the entire Nanshan will be decided by you. I am gratified."
When Li Jinbao bowed to express his congratulations, he heard a scream. Li Zhaocai raised his ax and chopped off the head of Zhang Du, who was seriously injured and fell to the ground.
"Haha, it's so happy, it's so happy!"
Li Zhaocai picked up Zhang Du's head and laughed loudly. The guards around him were a little frightened when they saw Li Zhaocai's body splattered with blood and his demon-sealed appearance.
Wang Dalu didn't look at the head in Li Zhaocai's hand, but just said something lightly.
"Find a place to bury him."
In the West District Deacon's Mansion, Li Meng led a dozen Duyuan Realm soldiers and a group of North District soldiers who looked like wolves and tigers to rush in, killing everyone who stood in their way.
"The villain is willing to abandon the darkness and surrender to the light, and submit to Lord Wang!"
"We are willing, willing!"
"Sir, the Western District has been leveled, and all those who resisted have been executed."
After hearing the report from his soldiers, Li Meng nodded with satisfaction.
The Western District stewards who knelt on the ground and the soldiers who put down their weapons began to tremble violently.
Li Meng lost interest when he saw these people kneeling down. He just wanted to go back and return to his duties as soon as possible and leave them to his master.
"slow!"
When Li Meng turned around and wanted to leave, he found an acquaintance among the kneeling people.
"Come here, bring that person closer."
Li Meng pointed at a trembling man in the crowd who looked like a steward in green clothes.
The soldiers on the left and right brought the man pointed by Li Meng to him.
Li Meng looked at the man in front of him who lowered his head and did not dare to look directly at him and said coldly.
"Why don't you recognize me?"
The West District steward raised his eyes and saw Li Meng's resolute face. After thinking for a moment, a look of panic appeared on his face. He collapsed on the ground with snot and tears streaming down his face. He grabbed Li Meng's official boots and begged for mercy.
"Sir, please forgive me. I was too blind to recognize Mount Tai at that time. It was all... that thief Li Tao from the West District asked me to do that. Otherwise, I wouldn't dare to offend you even if I lent him ten thousand courages."
The hoarse pleas at his feet did not move Li Meng at all. He vaguely remembered the words of a gentleman who said it is never too late to take revenge after three years, and then asked the soldiers to drag him out and chop him down.
The sounds of killing and begging for mercy kept ringing in the mountains of the east, west, and south districts.
Two hours later, the three districts were all calm again, but the entire Nanshan Mountain was filled with a bloody aura that lingered for a long time.
At Mao o'clock on the second day, the clouds were overcast and the light rain began to stop.
Outside the gate of the North District Deacon's Mansion, a group of about a hundred or ten people knelt down in darkness.
These people used to be high-minded soldiers on the southern mountain, but now they are willing to be low-key men, kneeling for several hours without fear of being attacked by the brutal and ruthless soldiers around them.
In a depressing atmosphere, the red-copper-brown-rust door slowly opened, and a group of people walked out, most of them wearing red armor, but the leader was handsome and mighty in a brocade robe.
Wang Dalu's appearance caused a commotion among the people kneeling on the ground, kowtowing and begging for mercy.
The old man who followed Wang Dalu, Li Meng, Jin Lie and other people on the ground kept kowtowing to Wang Dalu to apologize, but Wang Dalu's eyes were cold and he was still frightened.
I don’t know when my lord has gained such official authority.
Wang Dalu didn't say anything. These people only bowed to him now that they were defeated. They had been tyrannizing and oppressing the poor criminal prisoners in Nanshan before.
He nodded lightly towards Li Jinbao.
Li Jinbao understood and pointed in front of the feather fan, a group of soldiers pulled out dozens of people and dragged them aside.
Wang Dalu ignored the dozens of people begging for mercy and the hundreds of people kneeling in fear, and spoke.
"Now that the deacons of the three districts of East, West and South are fleeing to death, I am the only one left in charge of Nanshan. Are you willing to surrender to me and serve me as the master?"
"Willing, willing..."
"I still know your loyalty, but there are some people I have to kill to vent my anger."
"rise."
Li Zhaocai executed the order.
"kill!"
The soldiers raised their swords, and dozens of bloody heads fell to the ground, staining the water on the ground red.
Wang Dalu felt that with these dozens of heads on the list, the people who had taken refuge in the three districts could stay safe and do things for him in a down-to-earth manner.
Everyone stood up. The stewards had long been instructed by Li Jinbao to support Wang Dalu as the Lord of Nanshan and to be in charge of all affairs of Nanshan.
Wang Dalu himself was of course happy to accept it, because this was what he and Li Jinbao had discussed long ago. Now that the crisis of unifying the four districts of Nanshan has been lifted, it will be up to us to see how the situation is during this meeting before we can make the next plan.
An unknown mountain stream is surrounded by mountains, holding a pool of spring water in its arms. The mountains surround the water, and the water reflects the mountains.
Beside the pool, a man in a high-collared uniform stood quietly, staring at the pool.
The leaves rustled down from the jungle not far away, and a graceful woman walked out. The woman came to a place four feet behind the man in rich clothes, and said in a sweet voice with blurred red and phoenix eyes.
"I'm sorry that Mr. Hong has been waiting for Daji for a long time."
The man in fine clothes was Hong Ang, the eldest son of Grand Duke Hongxing of the Eastern Barren. The strength of the Hongxing Duke was second to none in the entire Eastern Barren.
Hong Ang responded to Su Daji's invitation this time and wanted to use his own strength to help Li Guanghou's son Li Ziguang successfully ascend to the throne and eradicate the hostile Xiaoxiao in the Hou Dynasty.
Now his father, Grand Duke Hongxing, has begun to gather troops and make plans to prepare for the next four attacks, with the appearance of unifying the Eastern Wasteland.
Hong Ang was not confused by Su Daji's charming face in front of him, and said with a hint of coldness and arrogance in his voice.
"As long as Li Ziguang ascends the throne and bows his head to my father-in-law and obeys his orders, he can be guaranteed a life of glory and wealth."
Su Daji stared at Hong Ang's honorable and luxurious aura. She was a charming girl from a nine-tailed fox family. It was difficult for an ordinary person to catch her eye. Only the man in front of her was considered outstanding, she said leisurely.
"With the current strength of Grand Duke Hongxing and the help of external forces, it will be just around the corner to unify the Eastern Wasteland. But at that time, I hope you will not forget what the slave family did to you."
"knew."
After Hong Ang finished speaking, he turned around and still looked at the clear pool water.
Su Daji was not angry because of Hong Ang's neglect. She took a few steps back and disappeared into the dense forest.