"Cough cough..." At this time, a violent cough broke the resentment that was full of kingly despair.

Looking at Murong Shu, who was pale, covered in blood, and lying in the burnt pit without any strength, Wang Dao shook his head, raised his legs to the edge of the pit, looked down at Murong Shu with a condescending look, and said with a smile, "How about it, Murong City Lord, my apprentice is still satisfied with the greeting?"

"Ahem... why... why... why... he... know my unique martial arts... the corpse-transforming palm..." Murong Shu asked with difficulty with bloodshot eyes, angry and disbelief.

Wang Dao asked in surprise, "Uh... the point of your concern is this? Well, it doesn't matter to tell you. Didn't you hear the silly bull shouting Tuhuang Town just now? It's one of the effects of this kid's martial arts, and it's counter-injury. He doesn't know how to use your corpse-transforming palm, he just returns your corpse-transforming palm to you."

"Hiss!" Liu Xin and Shangguan Qing secretly took a deep breath again. There were actually such skills! This was simply tailor-made for body-refining warriors!

Murong Shu laughed terrified, shook his head, and said in a daze, "Ha...hehe...it's not unfair, I lost without unfair...Suan Dao Sect is really mysterious...Thank you for letting me die clearly...do it..."

Wang Dao asked with a strange look on his face, "When did I say I wanted to kill you?"

Murong Shu was stunned, even Liu Xin and Shangguan Qing were stunned. Isn’t this planning to kill someone? Why do you have to do this like this?

"You...don't you kill me?" Murong Shu asked in confusion.

"Haha, if I want to kill you, will your black armor army still bear the burning of souls? Will you still have the life to talk to me? I just want to teach you a lesson. Since it is a banquet for apologizing, I will teach you a lesson. Is it wrong?" Wang Dao smiled and said.

"Because of your father?" Murong Shu asked

"My father? Then you really underestimate me." Speaking of this, Wang Dao looked solemn and said, "My father died at the hands of the demon, and he died as if he was. Although there are people who are framed here, there are injustices and debts. This matter has nothing to do with you, so I am not so stingy."

"I teach you a lesson because you, the Lord of the Shuhai City, negligent!"

Murong Shu was stunned and asked dissatisfiedly, "What do you mean? When did I dereliction of duty?"

"When? Murong Shu, who is fifty-eight years old this year, learns martial arts and transforms into corpse palms at the age of four, becomes a little successful at the age of eight, and becomes a great success at the age of eighteen. Later, he shares the fortune of the old city lord, breaks the fortune pass, and enters the state of mind. Leads the three thousand black armored troops to guard the border."

"For the past thirty years, wars have continued, and thousands of battles have not died on the battlefield. Later, due to the sacrifice of the old city lord, he completely inherited the fortune of Shuhai City and rose to the ninth level of Tongming Realm. He even went deep into the Soul-Splitting Realm of the Martial God, trying to conquer the city and conquer the land."

"Although you have not obtained a city or land for five years in the Martial God's Soul Division Realm, you are still called the hero of the North. But for some reason, after you came out, your courage disappeared, and you never went to the battlefield again, and you did not make any contribution to the border. You just wanted to maintain your status and compete for the intrigue."

"I ask you, have you and your Black Armored Army still have a sense of fighting for mankind in the past five years?"

"Although you have a good management in Shuhai City, what about other aspects? You and your Black Armor Army have only fought with other city lords over the years, and only competed for territory and resources with others. How could the heroes of the North have a trace of style?"

"If you don't talk about anything else, just talk about today's affairs. If it were you in the past, you wouldn't agree that someone would play conspiracy on your territory. The heroes of the North will only do everything for humanity to improve their strength, seek development and peace, and even if they offend the sect, they will do whatever they want! It's just the pride of the heroes of the North!"

"What about now! Is there any more?"

Faced with the kingly questioning, Murong Shu's face turned red and white, as if he wanted to defend something, but he had no way to defend himself.

Liu Xin looked surprised. She didn't expect that Wang Dao taught Murong Shu a lesson. This was the reason, and her heart was full of shock.

This Wangzhang Sect is actually a true martial arts sect! In today's era, it's really rare!

On the contrary, Shangguan Qing, Sun Yudie, and Zhang Daniu were not surprised at all. They had known the belief in the kingly way for a long time, and they only felt appreciated, proud and proud!

Wang Dao pointed to the black armored army lying beside him and said in a deep voice, "I said just now that they are undergoing the burning of their souls, but there are four words in front of them. Don't forget it, it is called spiritual torture!"

"I can tell you that Yudie has used this move against Daniu. Daniu did not resist at all, but it had no effect on him. Do you know why? Because Daniu has never done anything wrong!"

"If your black armored army is not guilty, it is impossible to get hit! Even if it is really cheated, the flames between their eyebrows will vary in size depending on the size of their mistakes. But look at what is the difference between the flames between their eyebrows? Then it proves that the degree of loss they lose is the same! It also proves that it is one thing they lose!

Upon hearing this, Murong Shu quickly supported himself, stood up, looked at the hundred black armored soldiers, and found that the soul flame between their eyebrows was really exactly the same.

Murong Shu's face changed, his eyes were filled with shame and heartbroken expressions.

Wang Dao smiled coldly and said, "You should know what's going on, right? The Black Armored Army fought with you on the battlefield, and they have ambitions in their hearts! Your courage has faded, but their courage has not! Although over the years, they have followed you to fight against the same clan, occupy resources, and charge for your conspiracy. But that's because they are loyal to you in the past! I believe you will always regain your ambitions! But this does not mean that they are willing to do such a thing!"

"These things make them feel injustice! They feel uncomfortable! That's why they are suffering from the burning pain of their souls now! They are suffering for you, do you understand! Do you deserve them!"

"Stop talking! Stop talking!" Murong Shu shouted like crazy. His emotions completely lost control. Two lines of hot tears fell from his blood-red eyes, covering his face and crying.

"Pu" Murong Shu suddenly fell to the ground and roared with guilty sobbing, "Brothers... it's me! It's me I'm sorry for you! It's me... it's me wrong! I'm sorry... sorry!"

Murong Shu cried loudly, and no longer had the airs of the city lord, as if he was a wounded man, suffering, lonely, desolate, and sad.

This emotion also made the others present feel empathy, and a few sighs came faintly.

On the contrary, it was the king's mouth, with an undetected smile on its corner.

For a full minute, Murong Shu's crying gradually weakened. He looked at the ground stupidly, his hoarse voice with a hint of begging, and said, "Zheng Wang, my brother shouldn't suffer this pain. Let them go and let me bear it? Please."

Wang Dao turned around and looked at Sun Yudie and said, "Yudie, go."

“Yes, Master.”

Sun Yudie responded, raised his right hand and opened it. The white internal energy of the hundred spiritual energy turned into silk threads, sticking to every heart-soul flame on the black armor army's eyebrows. Then he held it tightly, and the silk thread pulled all the heart-soul flames back and put them in his palm.

"Although the time is short, after all, the soul is injured and you still have to fall into a coma for a night." Sun Yudie said to Murong Shu lightly.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, the sect." Murong Shu bowed and thanked him, then closed his eyes and said, "Come on."

Sun Yudie glanced at Wang Dao, Wang Dao shook his head and said, "Forget it, if you really endure the torture of your soul and burning your soul, you will definitely collapse. I will teach you a lesson today, just to see you are unhappy and vent your anger. To be honest, I no longer have any hope for you and the other five sects."

"So, I will do what you can't do. This time, the Orphan Rescue Orphan Order Order Order Order Order, I want you to get all the quota for 50,000 to the North. I want you to get all the price you have to pay. You must get these 50,000 people. I want to enrich my Xundao Sect's strength, which can be considered as making some contributions to humanity."
Chapter completed!