The messenger, Chen Yan, threatened rudely.

"Sir Messenger, we really don't have that much food and grass. There is indeed food in the nearby towns, but they were all looted by the surrounding civilian forces. We didn't get any." Yue Hanquan explained helplessly.

"What force is so arrogant?" The messenger Chen Yan's eyes lit up. His important task now is to obtain food and grass. It seems that Wushan Mansion cannot force out much food and grass, but the other forces are different.

"It's an evil sect called Renxianguan!" Yue Hanquan quickly explained. "Everyone in that sect is a martial arts master, and they also eat human blood. They are extremely evil!"

The words just fell.

A red shadow suddenly leapt down from outside the wall.

"Fart! How dare a bunch of ordinary people talk about our immortal path as an evil path! This is simply ridiculous!"

The red shadow fell to the ground, revealing its true appearance.

It was a bald monk wearing a red cassock and a string of large white bone beads hanging around his neck.

This monk's face was full of flesh, his eyes were flashing with fierceness, and he was sweeping in all directions, and his fierce aura continued to spread to the surroundings.

Just the sound of his qi and blood surging and his heart beating makes those who are closer feel like they are hearing drums beating.

"It really took no effort! Capture him and interrogate the envoy!" Chen Yan, the envoy of King Mu Li, was immediately overjoyed and waved his hand, while he stepped back to watch the battle.

It's just that others haven't taken a few steps back.

Then he heard the ground explode, and a red shadow rushed toward him like a rhinoceros.

"Shameless bitch! Dao Master worked hard to wipe out the red scarf thugs everywhere, but in the end, you took the credit and received the reward!? Die!!"

The great monk slapped the messenger hard on the face. This palm had no rules, but the sheer speed and power of the super-grade inner magic surpassed the cognitive reactions of everyone present.

Peng!!

After an explosion, the envoy of King Mu Li lost his head on the spot and fell to the ground.

The faces of the remaining masters in the envoy team changed wildly. They recognized the gold content of this palm and did not dare to stop it. They scattered like birds to escape.

But before they could run very far, the main generals were chased by the great monk.

One palm at a time, it was like killing a chicken. Blood splattered everywhere.

"A bunch of cowardly little losers! They dare to be disrespectful to our Immortal Way!" The great monk finally slapped to death a young general named King Muli who was leading the team. He shook off the blood on his hands and looked at the other Wushan officials who were cowering in fear.

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Chapter completed!