A sharp murderous intent flashed in Zhou Jian's eyes, and a steel knife appeared in his hand at some time and raised it high.

In an instant, the man's facial features trembled. When death approached, he was still afraid and shouted: "Why do you kill me? Why do you? I am the minister of Kitahara!"

"Just because I am the emperor! I will execute you on the spot for treason!" Zhou Jian yelled, extremely domineering.

The angry three armies surrounded and roared together, deafening: "Kill, kill, kill!!"

"No!!" the man roared.

But to no avail, Zhou Jian slashed it hard with a knife.

Puff!!

Blood gushed and the head fell to the ground. The man still maintained his frightened facial features after his death.

The bloody scene made Pei Beiyin and others disgusted and they turned their eyes away.

"My emperor is mighty, my emperor is mighty!!" The three armies roared, relieved, and the deafening sounds were filled with hatred for Beiyuan.

Zhou Jian's face was stained with blood, which was as breathtaking as a killing emperor. Then he kicked the head away and dragged his long sword to the more than 20 killers.

They were frightened and kept retreating, and some people's crotch had even spilled out of the smelly liquid: "No, don't"

They kept shaking their heads and their faces were pale.

"List!" Zhou Jian stretched out his hand again, only two short words, but there was unparalleled pressure.

More than twenty killers looked at the headless corpse on the ground and completely collapsed their psychological defense line, and cried: "I said, I said, don't kill me!"

"Where is the list of him, where is the official envoy! Where is the list of all the lists that the King of Northern wants us to massacre!" someone shouted, desperate.

Zhou Jian's eyes followed them to look at one of the more than 20 killers. He trembled and saw that he could not hide, he immediately knelt out and said tremblingly: "I hand it over, I hand it over!"

"Your Majesty, do you promise that I will not kill me after I hand it over, okay?" he begged.

"Tell me about the conditions? Are you worthy?" Zhou Jian sneered.

The official made the adult's face quickly and ferociously, and roared angrily: "Okay, if you don't give me a way out, you won't even think of getting a list!!"

He seemed to be revenge, and he seemed to be crazy. He took out a stack of secret letters from his arms and stuffed them into his mouth, trying to eat them in his stomach, not leaving them for Zhou Jian.

"Stop him!!" Zhang Liao and others yelled, about to stop him.

But Zhou Jian was faster than them. He swept the long sword in his hand, and with a puff, the official broke the right hand in half and smashed it to the ground.

"Ah!!" The official envoy covered his broken arms, his facial features were ferocious, and he let out a tragic scream, making his scalp numb.

"You tyrant!"

"I won't let you go even if I become a ghost!" He cursed with resentment.

Zhou Jian picked up the secret letter lightly and said coldly: "Since you like barking so much, come and drag him aside. Don't let him bark for an hour, and don't let him die!"

"Yes!" A team of blue sky guards quickly walked out and dragged the person to the other side.

Hearing this, the other killers kneeling on the ground became cold all over and their pupils trembled.

After a while, the screams of the officials resounded around, and they continued to last for a long time, one more terrifying than the other.

He paid a heavy price for his sins, and he could not even die. An hour of torture was like hell.

"We are all forced, please your Majesty!"

"Don't kill us, we will do anything!" More than 20 people swallowed even more, kowtowed and begged, crying, extremely miserable and without dignity.

But Zhou Jian just said lightly: "Forgive you, who will spare those who were slaughtered by you?"
Chapter completed!