When I think of that possibility, the hearts of the envoys from various countries are beating wildly. Is this possible?
They had heard that there were more than ten S-class mercenary groups that went to Ximen to kill Zheng Feng, and they were all S-class elite mercenaries. The total number of them was more than half a hundred. This was a force that could kill an ordinary empire.
Power!
If none of this can stop Zheng Feng, could it be that Zheng Feng is really more evil than the rumors say? After disappearing for a year and coming back, he broke through two great realms and became a saint? Apart from the saint, the envoys couldn't think of anyone else who could.
Break through that strong lineup.
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In front of the study room of the Black Dragon Palace, the Black Eagle Knight looked solemn. After the announcement, he opened the door and entered. There were three people in the study room, the current king of the Black Dragon, Xia Wu, his eldest brother Xia Yu, and the prime minister Fu Chou.
Xia Wu was sitting on the chair. When he saw the Black Hawk Knight, he quickly stood up and asked: "Is there any result? Tell me, is that little evil beast dead?"
The Black Eagle Knight knelt down on one knee, made a fist with his palms, placed it on his chest, and said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, Zheng Feng is not dead. When the general retreats, the fourteen S-class mercenary regiments are almost completely destroyed.
At this point, with less than ten people left, defeat is only a matter of time."
When Xia Wu heard the news, he suddenly collapsed back on his seat in frustration. Then his face turned livid. He grabbed the memorial in front of him and threw it at the Black Hawk Knight's face. He said angrily: "Trash! Trash! They are all a bunch of trash.
!!What kind of S-level mercenary group, heaven-level powerhouse, more than 60 people will besiege a little evil beast and they will be completely destroyed, useless garbage!!!"
The memorial hit the Black Hawk Knight's face and made a snapping sound, but the Black Hawk Knight did not show any anger. He just reminded in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, Zheng Feng should have come to the palace now. Please give me an order whether to use the ban."
The Guards will block it or evacuate temporarily."
The Black Hawk Knight's reminder made Xia Wu's anger subside, and instead he became filled with deep fear. Although he cursed the dozen or so S-class mercenary groups as rubbish, he still knew that if even half a hundred protect the country,
No strong person could stop Zheng Feng, and hundreds of thousands of imperial guardsmen could not capture Zheng Feng.
After reaching a certain level of strength, even if Zheng Feng cannot slaughter hundreds of thousands of troops, he can still move freely on the battlefield and no one can stop him!
Xia Wu grabbed Xia Yu's sleeve and said fearfully: "Brother, what should we do now? Or we should retreat first. If that little bastard Zheng Feng can't find us, maybe he will smash something..."
Before Xia Wu could finish his words, Xia Yu's face turned gloomy and he slapped him hard.
"Pah——!" A loud slap appeared in the study without any warning.
A few years later, Xia Yu not only recovered from his injuries, but also completely stabilized his own state. He was now moving towards becoming a mid-level heavenly warrior. Even if he was unlucky, the power of an angry palm was definitely not light.
Xia Wu was just a spiritual martial artist who had been drained by alcohol and sex, and was pushed up with drugs. How could he bear it? He was slapped down directly, lying on the blanket, with blood at the corner of his mouth, and spitting out a few big teeth.
The Black Eagle Knight and the silent Prime Minister Fu Chou saw the king being beaten, but there was no expression on their faces, as if they had long been accustomed to this scene.
Xia Wu covered his swollen face and vomited blood. He didn't resist at all. He lay on the ground and grabbed Xia Yu's trousers, and begged inarticulately: "Brother...brother..."
"Trash, my father specially named you 'Wu', but look at yourself, you are just a pig with a pig head, and there is nothing in your mind except wine and sex!" Xia Yu said angrily: "I really don't know, father.
Why did the king give birth to a useless trash like you? If Yuan'er and Ning'er hadn't inherited the excellent bloodline of our Xia family, I would have doubted whether you were a foreign hybrid. How could the Xia family have a trash like you?"
No matter how cowardly Xia Wu is, he is still the highest symbol of the Black Dragon Empire to the outside world. As soon as Zheng Feng attends the birthday banquet, it will be reported that the king of the Black Dragon Empire was scared to death, fled, and did not dare to attend the banquet. Then the outside world will
How will they view their Black Dragon Empire? Where should we put the dignity of the largest country in the Azure Dragon Continent?!
"Brother, how could it be... I am the biological son of my father. I have the same blood as you. I can give birth to Ning'er and Yuan'er. This is the best proof. Please think of a way to save me."
, otherwise that little evil beast will really kill me..." Xia Wu hugged Xia Yu's thigh and kept begging for mercy with his two sons.
"If it weren't for the fact that you are the father of Yuan'er and Ning'er, I would have killed you with my own hands!" Xia Yu's face was gloomy. His younger brother, who had been drained of his body by wine and sex, had only given birth to two good sons in his life.
, there is nothing left to do.
"Brother, now is not the time to scold me, but to find a way to deal with that little evil beast Zheng Feng, otherwise he will become Yuan'er's enemy sooner or later. Do you just want to see this situation?"
Xia Wu finally said something that used his brain. He knew that his eldest brother didn't care about his own life or death at all. The only thing he cared about was his two sons. Only the safety of Xia Yuan and Xia Ning could solve his problem.
"Only at this time will your pig head turn a little!" Although Xia Yu was angry in his heart, Xia Wu did say that from the bottom of his heart, if Zheng Feng continued to live, he might endanger Xia Yuan soon.
Xia Yu said angrily: "Get up, prepare to show up at the banquet, and clean up your disgusting look. Don't lose the face of our Black Dragon Empire!"
"Attend the birthday banquet?" Xia Wu said in horror: "Brother, that little evil beast is trying to kill the birthday banquet. Doesn't that mean I will fall into a trap? You have to save me!!"
"I never counted on that group of mercenaries from the beginning. They are just a group of desperadoes who work for money. How can I place a bet on them?"
Xia Yu turned slightly sideways and said in a cold voice: "Prime Minister Fu, go and inform Elder Black Scale that Zheng Feng's strength is beyond previous expectations and he may be able to fight against the pinnacle quasi-sage. This time, we must rely on their power to get rid of this beast!"
Fu Chou wore a black aristocratic dress with gold inlays on the edges. He was thin and unattractive, but he had a pair of slender eyes that were often narrowed, making it impossible to see what kind of eyes he was hiding. He asked
Said: "Elder Xia, Elder Black Scale's request..."
"Promise!" Xia Yu said decisively, without any hesitation in his eyes.
"Brother, it turns out that you invited the Black Scale Elders and the others earlier. Why didn't you invite the Black Scale Elders to kill that little bastard earlier? That's great, that little bastard is dead this time!!!" Xia Wu said with a smile on his face
With a look of ecstasy, he originally wanted to run away and ask Elder Black Scale to come out of the mountain.
Xia Yu said coldly: "Please come out early in the morning... Humph, are you going to sacrifice your life?"
Xia Yu shuddered suddenly. He thought about what price he would have to pay if he invited Elder Black Scale and the others. He couldn't help but asked in a low voice: "Prime Minister Fu, how much do Elder Black Scale and the others ask for this time?"
Fu Chou saw that Xia Wu was beaten to a shameless state, but he did not hesitate because of it. He respectfully replied: "Your Majesty, it's one million..."
"What, isn't that little evil beast still only at the heaven level? I remember that the hunt for the quasi-sage was only 250,000. How could Elder Blackscale and the others ask for so much this time? What should the elder brother do if he is discovered?
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Xia Wu looked pale. One million is not a small number. It even exceeds the total population of some small and medium-sized cities. Moreover, not everyone is willing to accept those greedy big lizards. Only sixteen to twenty people are willing to accept it.
They will only admit it if they are young girls between two.
How could the eldest brother agree so easily? If this number of people can be collected by then, I am afraid it will be impossible to deceive them. More importantly, one million young girls, how many beauties are there, just sent to feed those greedy people?
Black Lizard, what a waste!
"One million may be the price of a saint, but how much danger do you think Zheng Feng is in now? His life is worth this price!" Xia Yu said gloomily. If those greedy big lizards accepted the task of hunting Yang Wanjun, he would even be willing to give it another try.
An additional two million, but although those big lizards are greedy, they are also afraid of things and know what to do and what not to do.
Yang Wanjun was a close disciple of the old city lord of Hunwu City. Once he was assassinated, there would be endless troubles if he was found out. Let alone three million, even if Xia Yu was willing to pay ten million, those greedy big lizards would not accept it.