Xiao Qianshan’s face was extremely solemn.

He knew what his subordinates meant and knew what they wanted to ask, but he did not give a definite answer.

He and Zhong Yanluo are of the same generation.

Before the great changes in heaven and earth, and even before he became a saint, they had fought each other several times.

Every time, without two or three people, it would be impossible to control the other side.

After becoming a saint, the opponent distanced himself from him and reached the extreme of Fighting Saint.

Apart from His Highness, no one in the human race can contend with him.

He was just an eight-star Douluo, and an eight-star Douluo whose strength was declining rapidly. How could he fight against Zhong Gui who had maintained his peak combat power after transforming into a ghost?

If a war breaks out, how many people in Diyan City can survive?

Will the last resistance force of the Great Yan Emperor City be destroyed?

The others also knew their current situation.

People from the Great Han Dynasty approached them and asked for help.

They lived under the same roof in Dawn City with the Great Cold Dynasty.

There has long been an unclear relationship.

Even in the Great Han Dynasty, there are their blood relatives.

They can't just stand by and watch someone die.

So they all enthusiastically challenged Xiao Qianshan to fight:
"Senior Xiao, I, Xiao Li, am willing to lead the charge and fight that old ghost to save my fellow countrymen from Dahan!"

"I, Xiao Shisanben, am willing to use my bloody skills to blow that old ghost's eyeballs out!"

"Senior! We are willing to fight!"

Xiao Qianshan, looking at the faces that were ready to die, was also infected by the emotion.

Yes, for the human race, we all prosper together and suffer together.

The people of Dahan are asking them for help, how can they hide in order to save their lives?
If they hide today, how will they dare to ask others for help if they encounter a crisis in Dayan tomorrow?

The human race should no longer have any sectarianism. We are one people, sharing life and death.

He shouldn't have any more thoughts of preserving his strength.

What's more, the target of these weird people is people with strength above Dou Huang.

Even if he loses or dies, the human flame can still be preserved.

What does he have to fear?

Therefore, he looked at the expectant faces of his subordinates and shouted:
"Change direction, move forward at full speed, and meet the enemy!!".

"Yes!!", the people on the stage responded loudly.

The person who controlled the formation of Emperor Yan City manipulated Emperor Yan City, changed its direction, and flew towards the direction of the ice-blue dot displayed on the Emperor Mirror.

The small ice-blue dot displayed on the imperial mirror moved even faster from the edge of the imperial mirror to the center.

The red dome hangs in the sky like red paper.

The azure blue waters of the inland sea spread out on the ground like a canvas.

Under the red dome, above the sea, the Great Cold City, which had turned into ice, quickly passed by on the water.

Sometimes broken pieces of ice fall into the sea.

I don’t know if it’s because the city was damaged or for some other reason, but its flying speed is getting slower and slower.

Behind this huge block of ice, behind the ugly figure of Zhong Yanluo, there were two Dou Sheng warriors whose strength was inferior to his.

Both of them had ghost fire burning all over their bodies and followed Zhong Gui respectfully.

One of the disciples, who had protruding teeth and a face uglier than Zhong Gui, spoke with a hint of blemish:
"Master, the city of Dahan has been conquered by you, and the speed has also slowed down a lot. Why are you still unwilling to try it out? Are you soft-hearted?"

The person who spoke was Zhong Gui's second disciple, Zhong Eryong. He used to have a ninth senior brother, but before the great changes in the world, he was just the most insignificant disciple of his master, and it was almost hopeless for him to achieve the realm of Dou Sheng in this life.

But after he chose the same path as his master, he swallowed up those senior brothers who refused to transform into weird people and scolded his master in front of his master, and achieved the realm of Fighting Saint.

Therefore, he has now become the second disciple of the master and inherited the name Eryong.

Since the last time, he rarely ate the flesh and blood of Dou Zun alive.

Thinking of the delicious food, his saliva started to flow out of his leaky mouth as he spoke.

There are nearly a thousand humans above the Douhuang level in that city.

But the master only wants the flesh and blood of the Fighting Saint.

The rest basically belonged to him and his senior brother.

This amount of flesh and blood is enough for him to take more pills and improve his strength. He might even be able to directly reach the realm of a high-level fighting saint.

He looked at the city flying in front of him and really wanted to go in and have a feast.

But how could he dare to move since his master didn't move? It was just that his instinct drove him so much that he even spoke boldly.

"snort!!".

The other man standing behind Zhong Gui snorted heavily.

The more powerful aura suppressed the second disciple and made him much more clear-headed.

He looked at his master with some fear, and then heaved a sigh of relief when he found that he didn't seem angry.

The man next to him snorted and scolded:
"Second brother, you dare not guess what the master means! If you can't wait any longer, leave now and find other meat on your own!"

The man was the eldest disciple of Zhong Yanluo. He looked much more handsome than Zhong Naokuo and the other two disciples, but there was something sinister on his face, and one could tell at first glance that he was not a good person.

The second disciple looked a little unhappy after being scolded by the eldest disciple.

He wanted to fight back, but when he thought about the fact that the other party was a six-star Douluo, who was just a few steps away from being promoted to a high level, two levels higher than himself, he endured it.

But in my heart, I was very dissatisfied.

This guy is so greedy that he wants to get rid of him and eat this human being of Dahan alone. How could he let the other party's words get him what he wants?

He didn't say anything more, nor did he respond, pretending not to hear.

This action made the eldest senior brother's face look even more sinister.

This idiot is becoming more and more ignorant of the rules!
He was the eldest senior brother, and he was the Dou Sheng in the past!
And this piece of trash was just a guy who fawned on him all day long. If he had developed normally, he would never have been able to break through the shackles and be in the same situation as him in his entire life.

But ever since he borrowed the strange power, the gap between him and his opponent has been getting smaller and smaller.

After achieving the status of Fighting Saint, he became less and less respectful to himself!

Now, after reaching the middle-level Douluo like him, he actually dared to give me the cold shoulder!

He was extremely furious, but he did not dare to lose his temper in front of his master.

After enduring it, he still felt a little dissatisfied with his master.

In Chenxi City, it is obvious that the imperial weapon of the Dafeng Dynasty is the weakest, and they know the Dafeng Dynasty better.

It was also the closest to the imperial weapon of Dafeng at that time.

But the master chose to go far away instead of near, and pursued this person from Dahan.

After chasing for several days and nights, they finally caught up.

If not for this, Dafeng would have been captured long ago, and maybe even more humans could have been captured.

I don’t know what Master thinks.

You can't really be soft-hearted towards your former colleagues, right?
Besides, it is understandable to be soft-hearted towards Dafeng.

The Great Cold is already in our pocket, why hasn’t Master taken action yet?
He was really puzzled. (End of this chapter)