Holy Dragon Totem

People are dead, but Nangong Que still wants to behead them. He is really crazy.

But now everyone is paying attention to whether the Flame Dragon Emperor has captured the Purple Scale King. Who cares about a corpse?

No one cares about Nangong Que anymore.

He is now charred all over and trembling when he walks. It is really miserable.

Lu Dingxing is in great pain, but Jiang Zizai cannot tolerate Nangong Que's recklessness. When Nangong Que walks towards Lu Yuan, Jiang Zizai intercepts him.

"Get out of here, or I will cut you off too." The flesh on Nangong Que's face is black, and his teeth are exposed, which looks very disgusting.

Jiang Zizai drew out the Dragon Spirit Sword, his eyes cold: "The dead are gone, you still want to mess around!"

Nangong Que laughed dumbly and said: "The criminal should be beheaded, and his head will be hung on this Huangwu Gate. Do you think you can wash away your sins by committing suicide?"

As he said that, he gritted his teeth and strode forward.

"Get out of here!" He really chopped at Jiang Zizai with a knife.

The conflict here once again attracted people's attention. Seeing that Nangong Que actually bullied the weak and attacked the juniors, everyone exclaimed.

It is really admirable that Jiang Zizai had the courage to stand in front of Nangong Que at this time.

When a strong man of Nangong Que's level attacked him, he was not afraid at all. The anger in his heart had already swallowed everything!

Nangong Que drew his knife, and he drew his sword and went forward. A junior actually confronted Nangong Que, an old man in the world!

Bang!

Puff!

Everyone was stunned.

In one confrontation, an arm flew out!

A big knife was inserted into the ground.

Nangong Que knelt on the ground, holding his broken arm and screaming in pain, blood flowing like a river!

He really didn't expect that Jiang Zizai could actually cut off his hand!

Jiang Zizai didn't expect that he was seriously injured to such an extent!

He used all his true energy to fight him, but he didn't expect that Nangong Que was a paper tiger at this time.

Now the broken arm flew far away, hundreds of thousands of people watched Nangong Que screaming in pain, but it seemed that no one sympathized with him.

Although Lu Yuan was unforgivable, no one would stand on Nangong Que's side after seeing what he and Nangong Que did today.

Not to mention, his arm was cut off by a junior!

When he knelt and screamed, a figure knocked him to the ground and punched him in the face. In an instant, Nangong Que's head was broken and bleeding.

Bang, bang, bang!

The sound of the head hitting the ground was so numbing.

"Panda!"

Jiang Zizai hurriedly pulled him away. Nangong Que was already very fragile. If he was hit a few more times, he would die on the spot. If he was killed in such an occasion, it would be very troublesome.

"I want to kill him!" Lu Dingxing struggled. He was so powerful that Jiang Zizai had to insert the Dragon Ghost Sword into the ground to hold him back.

"Next time, it's not the time yet."

Nangong Que must die! But now is really not the time.

After struggling for a long time, Lu Dingxing finally stopped. He turned around and rushed over to carry Lu Yuan out of the pile of stones. He didn't cry anymore. He held his father like an angry beast, his eyes were bloodshot, and he scanned everyone around him. There were many people here, all of whom were his enemies!

"Dad, let's go home."

Perhaps, he will be different from now on.

Lu Yuan has gone. As a son, he can't let him sleep in a foreign land.

"Stop, Lu Dingxing, put down the criminal." On the Huangwu Gate, the prince Long Yun ignored Nangong Que's serious injury and scolded the two teenagers.

Lu Dingxing didn't even turn his head and ignored him at all.

"I said, put down the criminal!" Long Yun shouted angrily, shaking the whole audience.

"The person is gone, the prince, don't bother, the dead are the greatest, let Lu Dingxing fulfill his filial piety." Xingyao Shenshi said.

The prince said: "Lord God Servant, we must offer sacrifices to the 100,000 wronged souls, and Lu Yuan's body must be displayed to the people as a warning."

The God Servant said: "This is meaningless. The people of the dynasty are all good people, not barbarians from the Western Regions. Why do we need to display the body to warn others? This will damage the style of our dynasty, so don't do it! Prince, do you think that our dynasty needs to be treated as barbarians?"

As for Lu Yuan's matter, she had no way to do it. Now she could only do her best to help Lu Dingxing. This, she could still do.

The prince had no choice after Xingyao God Servant said so. If he wanted to succeed in the future, it would not be wise to offend the Sacrifice Temple. After all, the Sacrifice Temple has the hearts of the people.

"Then may I ask Xingyao God Servant, how do you, the disciples of the Sacrifice Temple, cut off an arm of Nangong Que from my Tianpeng clan?" An old man stood up and asked. He had just rescued Nangong Que.

"A great general of Zhenxi cannot block the sword of my disciple, and he still wants to settle accounts. Isn't it shameful?" The divine servant said lightly.

Everyone laughed. Today, Nangong Que has lost face again, and it was all because of Jiang Zizai.

However, if he had not been seriously injured and had to chop off his head with a knife, he would not have become a one-armed man.

He who brings trouble upon himself will suffer.

The bodies of Nangong Que and Lu Yuan are trivial matters. What people care about is whether the Flame Dragon Emperor has captured the Purple Scale King? After all, the masters of the dynasty have basically been dispatched.

Before Jiang Zizai left the square, suddenly, a man in a dragon robe fell from the sky and landed in the center of the Imperial Martial Gate.

He was a middle-aged man with golden eyes, gentle and elegant, handsome, and quite poetic, but deep in his eyes, there was a majestic and domineering aura that could shake the wind and clouds and control the world.

He was the Flame Dragon Emperor!

Seeing him appear here, Jiang Zizai smiled, he knew that his father must have gotten rid of him.

Sure enough, after the Flame Dragon Emperor appeared, he sighed and said: "I am incompetent and let this sinner who brought disaster to the country and the people escape. I really have no face to face the country and the people."

The previous pursuers, the lords of the six mansions, and the three dragon kings all returned one after another, and among them was a white-haired old man, that was the prime minister of the current dynasty, Xiang Liuguo, the father of Xiang Liuzheng of the National Defense Mansion.

That was a figure of the previous generation. He came here and said, "Your Majesty, please don't blame yourself. It's mainly because this thief is so cunning and has a strong ability to escape. We can't catch him even if we join forces. If we can be stronger and assist Your Majesty, we will definitely let this traitor be punished."

People understood that it seemed that the ability of King Zilin to escape was just like Jiang Zizai's previous performance. It was understandable that Emperor Yanlong and his men did not succeed this time.

When the emperor came here, people dared not speak.

Now that King Zilin has run away, how will Emperor Yanlong clean up the mess when he returns?

"Father, I want to deal with Lu Yuan's body, but the divine servant and I have different opinions. How can a sinner be buried?" Prince Long Yun hurriedly reported.

The Flame Dragon Emperor's eyes fell on Jiang Zizai and Lu Dingxing. At the tense moment, he smiled gently and said, "Lu Yuan has made great contributions to our dynasty throughout his life and deserves respect. It's just that he made a mistake and cannot be made up. I have to kill him for the sake of 100,000 innocent souls, but now the dead are gone. Considering his great contribution, I will order Lu Yuan's son to take him back to his hometown and allow him to be buried with honor."

People were shocked. This Flame Dragon Emperor was really a wise ruler. His Royal Highness' realm was far behind.

It was so rare to allow a beheaded criminal to be buried with honor. Only a benevolent and moral emperor could have such courage and affirmed Lu Yuan's contribution throughout his life.

"Thank you, Your Majesty. Please forgive Lu Dingxing for not being able to perform the ceremony while holding his father's body." Jiang Zizai spoke with his head half bowed.

He didn't want to look at this person. On the one hand, it was because of the pressure, and on the other hand, it was because of his hatred. He didn't want to show his hatred so obviously. He knew that the Flame Dragon Emperor had already shown such kindness. If he didn't show some, it would be stupid, and his family would lose the support of the people even more!

His performance also showed the courage of this boy.

"Stand up." The Flame Dragon Emperor smiled gently. He stared at Jiang Zizai and said, "You just defeated my daughter. I saw it clearly. Jiang Zizai."