Cultivation Began Three Years Ago

Even with the addition of battle armor, the old man in white felt the pain from his arm. He said with an ugly face, "What sir? Who are you driven by?"

"That's none of your business, old man."

Xiong Mang smiled cruelly, his cultivation in the late stage of transformation was unreserved, and the terrifying force imprisoned the struggling old man tightly, and immediately tore off his arm.

"what!!!"

The white-clothed old man howled in pain, his face twisted wildly, no matter how much the martial arts strength in his body roared, he was like a young child facing a boxer who had gone through the battlefield, without any resistance.

Perhaps because he had been by Xu Che's side for a long time, seeing him slaughter monsters like dogs, Xiong Mang had also learned a bit of his ruthless and decisive style.

"Foreign races have invaded. There are more than ten million people in this city, but few people can fight the eight-winged monster, let alone the nine-winged creature."

"Your Excellency sacrificed his life to kill the four murderers by himself, and sent us to sweep the whole city, quell the turmoil, and save thousands of human beings from the fire and water."

Xiong Mang spoke in an orderly manner, his right hand silently grasped the throat of the old man in white, his bewitching eyes flashed a bit of contempt.

As long as it is willing, this one of the few high-level masters of the human race will fall at any time.

Blood dripped down the residual shoulder and hit the scorched earth. The white bone stubble intertwined with the sticky tendons, and the hideous scar seemed to be bitten away by wild animals.

The atmosphere was dead silent, and no one dared to step forward to stop him. His penetrating eyes, surging blood energy, and cold killing intent, that's how Xiong Mang felt to the grandmasters.

"Uh uh" The old man in white had difficulty breathing, his deep eyes became cloudy, numb, and panicked.

He turned his head with difficulty, and looked at Zhong Ming firmly, as if begging him to help him out of the siege.

"Oh, I knew this earlier, why bother."

Mr. Zhong was quite emotional, thinking of the style of these people, it may be that their cultivation bases are too strong, and they have developed such a bad disposition of being defiant and causing disasters.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, if the three of them were allowed to be killed by Xiong Mang, the consequences would be extremely serious, and it might lead to a confrontation between Chi Xia and Luowu Mountain.

Zhong Ming didn't want to see that scene happen, so he looked at Xiong Mang sadly, and said, "Leave a few of them alive, how about selling the old man me?"

"If it's the old man, it's fine." The demon general pondered.

Considering that the adults and the young master may continue to stay in the human capital, in order to avoid causing trouble to them, it did not kill after all.

Immediately, he relaxed his finger bones slightly, and threw the white-clothed old man beside the black-clothed old man.

The old woman in black was pressed against her throat with the tip of the gun, and she did not dare to act rashly. She recognized the situation and kept silent.

Xiong Mang looked around for a week, and decided to leave a deterrent to these humans before leaving.

"I know that you are dissatisfied, and maybe you are planning how to settle your revenge afterwards."

"But what I want to remind you is that right now is the only chance. You don't have to restrain your hatred in front of me. Like a timid coward, stand up and ask me for an explanation."

The words full of sarcasm clearly crashed into everyone's brain, no less than triggering a tsunami of the soul.

Some people's eyes were about to burst, some people lowered their heads with a gloomy expression, and some even took out magic weapons, wanting to fight for breath, but were held back by their friends.

"Remember my name, Falling Wu Demon General—Xiong Mang!"

"If you can't forget this shameful day, bring your hatred and your mob to Luowu Mountain to find me. The door to reincarnation will always be open to you stupid and blind ants."

Sen Leng's words were full of arrogance and disdain, and Xiong Mang, a rough man, didn't care about the feelings of everyone. He just imitated Xu Che's attitude of suppressing the barbaric tribes in a decent manner.

Then, as if thinking of something, Xiong Mang walked towards Zhong Ming, bent down, and said in a faintly imperceptible voice against the old man's ear:

"Old man, these people are all ambitious people. If they dare to trouble you, there is an envoy stationed in the Deadwood Tavern in the south of the city. You can ask him for help, or you can contact me."

"Okay, I'm sorry to trouble you, Demon General."

A rare smile appeared on Mr. Zhong's tired face. He patted the demon general's shoulder and said, "I only represent all the soldiers and people in Yanhong City. Highest thanks."

"Little thing, let's go."

Xiong Mang straightened his back, without any unnecessary nonsense, strode out, followed by the six big monsters.

The crowd avoided them one after another, but within a few breaths, they disappeared into the darkness, and the oppressive feeling of suffocation disappeared in an instant.

Zhong Min glanced at the group of three elders who rushed to help from the capital, but said nothing, he was tired of here, turned and left.

"Hateful! How dare you bully me like this?" The black-clothed old man finished treating the wound, his face turned pale, and his hatred for Zhong Ming became more and more piercing.

If he could take a look with the sword, how could the tragedy of breaking his arm happen because of his unintentional words?

The white-clothed old man seemed much calmer. His chest heaved and he was filled with gloom. He restrained himself and said, "The other party has nothing to worry about. Most likely there are even more frightening forces behind them. Zhong Ming has a lot to do with them, so it's hard to deal with."

"I've come here from a long distance, what's Zhong Ming's attitude? He allowed those monster races to attack and hurt us."

Several Grandmasters were lying unconscious on the ground. They were torn apart even with a small half of their bodies. They were extremely miserable and on the verge of death.

The old man in white gritted his teeth and said, "What time is it, I still care about this."

"Take these people quickly to the laboratory to heal their injuries. If there is an emergency, maybe the broken arm can be connected."

The old woman in black lightly stroked her throat with her haggard fingers, there was a faint pain there, and as expected, a bloodstain appeared on her hand the next moment.

Her eyes were dark, and she said helplessly: "That is a seven-headed high-level demon clan who has mastered the ability to transform. It is far superior to the three of us. It is beyond human power to compete. This matter needs to be discussed in the long run."

"Stabilize the injuries first, and go back to Zhong Min to find out what they are about."

The old woman helped up a stumbling, blood-soaked artisan. This man was the one who asked the group of demons to apologize. In addition to his arm being torn apart by the blood-feathered eagle, even the natal magic weapon that had been sacrificed for many years was also shattered.

In the dark night, the middle-aged man with a ferocious face raised his head with difficulty, furious, gritted his teeth and said, "I'll keep this account for it."

"Let's go."

The white-clothed old man was also extremely displeased. He picked up a wounded man, his figure twisted, and he rushed towards a certain direction.