"Yes!" Bai Hu responded loudly and at the same time drew the sword from his body.
"Shuai Ling, you can't do it!"
The deputy general Feng Maorong came quickly.
"King of the West, Chief Feng is a member of the Feng family in the capital. If he is executed like this, I would be worried."
"The prince is guilty of the same crime as the common people, so why can't he be beheaded even though he is a member of a powerful family?" Ling Hao interrupted him.
"King Xi, you are abusing your power!" Feng Maorong shouted.
"Besides, I am not your subordinate. Even if I make a mistake, I have to submit it to the war department for decision. You have no right to execute me!"
"You are an idiot!" Bai Hu said in a deep voice, flipped his wrist, and slashed the sword down.
"Don't" Feng Maorong died.
puff!
Before he finished speaking, a head shot up into the sky and blood spurted out.
The head in mid-air had a look of unwillingness on its face.
As one of the most outstanding descendants of the Feng family, his life has just begun and he originally had a bright future.
According to the arrangement given to him by the clan, as long as he achieves military exploits in the Dark World, he will be transferred back to the capital and promoted to a higher rank, at least to the position of deputy commander-in-chief of the First Realm.
He is confident that with his own abilities and the resources of the clan, he will be able to take the position of governor of a realm within a few years.
He even thought that one day, he might be able to take charge of the entire Great Xia War Department!
This is also the reason why he was unwilling to retreat when he received the news from White Tiger.
He wants to take a gamble. If he can kill thousands of people from the Dark Territory Temple, it will definitely be a great achievement!
But now, everything is gone, including my life!
He is really unwilling!
"Good cut!"
Everyone shouted loudly, all looking relieved.
"I have something to announce!" Ling Hao pressed his hands, and the scene immediately fell silent.
"From today on, all the power of the Great Xia Kingdom in the dark world will be returned to
It is under the unified management of Rakshasa Hall!"
"All of you have two choices. One, apply to be transferred back to the war department, and two, continue to stay in the dark world!"
quiet!
The scene fell into a brief silence.
For most people, this news is obviously a bit sudden and needs time to digest.
Especially the leaders of several waves of forces, they not only represent themselves, but also represent the forces behind them.
"I am willing to stay!" After a few minutes of silence, a man's voice rang out.
"I do too!"
"I do too!"
"I do too!"
""
With the first, there will be a second and a third.
After a while, except for the three people in charge, everyone else expressed their choice to stay.
"Very good!" Ling Hao pressed his hand again.
"Since you are willing to stay, from today onwards, all actions will be subject to Bai Hu's arrangements. Anyone who violates the rules will be dealt with according to military law!"
"Yes!" Thousands of people shouted in unison, deafeningly.
"Ling Shuai, we" the three people in charge took a deep breath and walked out.
"I have already said hello to Mourinho. You should contact him yourself and ask him to arrange positions for you after returning to China." Ling Hao interrupted the three of them.
He could understand the situation of the three of them, and naturally he didn't want to embarrass them.
At the same time, the Dark Territory Temple headquarters.
In a conference room, a group of men and women were sitting upright, with a look of panic on the faces behind each mask.
After a while, a man in black robe walked in, full of murderous intent, and the temperature of the entire conference room dropped sharply by several degrees.
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The person coming is none other than the Lord of the Dark Territory Temple, whose name is the God of Death!
"Who can tell me what's going on?" After sitting down at the front seat, the God of Death glanced at the men and women present and said in a cold tone.
"There are four to five thousand people, and not a single person is left alive. This is the result you promised me?!" .??.
"Back to the Lord of the Palace," a middle-aged man swallowed and continued, "According to our understanding, someone from the Great Xia Kingdom should be here to support them."
"Who?" Death asked.
"It's not clear right now, I'm asking someone to check it out," the middle-aged man said with difficulty.
Bang!
Before he finished speaking, a terrifying aura swept out of the God of Death, and the middle-aged man's body erupted into a ball of blood mist and disappeared.
Those who are qualified to sit here are at least among the top ten beings among the elders of the Dark Pavilion, and those with the weakest cultivation are at the Battle Emperor level.
The God of Death didn't even take a move, but his momentum alone was able to blast the powerful War King into nothingness, which shows his skill!
"As the leader of the Temple Information Hall, we haven't found out who did such a big thing yet. You are a useless person. What's the use of you!" The God of Death said coldly.
"Lord Hall Master, please calm down!" The others trembled and spoke quickly.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps, and then a man in gray robe was seen knocking on the door and entering.
"My Lord, the identities of those people have been found." The man walked not far from the God of Death and knelt down on one knee.
"Say!" Death said in a deep voice.
"It's Ling Shuai from Daxia Kingdom and the five people around him!" the man responded loudly.
"It is indeed him!" Death's tone was extremely cold.
When he first heard the news, the first name that came to his mind was Ling Shuai, and as expected!
"He really deserves to die!" one of the women said angrily.
"My Lord, he has ruined our temple's affairs time and time again. This time, we must keep him in the dark world forever!"
"Where is he now?" The God of Death ignored the woman, but looked at the man in gray robe and continued to ask, "Rakshasa Hall?"
"Reporting to the Lord of the Hall, that's right!" The man in gray robe nodded, "In addition, the other four waves of people from the Great Xia Kingdom have all gathered in the Rakshasa Hall!"
"Send someone to watch for me near the Rakshasa Hall. If there is any trouble with the other party, report it immediately!" the God of Death said in a deep voice.
"Yes!" The man in gray robe stood up and retreated.
"Okay, let's all disperse!" The God of Death then looked at the other participants and waved his hand.
"I'm going to inform you, and I will ask everyone to cheer up for me in the next two days!"
"Especially the people in the Eighth Branch Hall, if there is any abnormality, let them report it as soon as possible!"
"Master of the Palace, why don't we take the initiative?" the woman from before asked slightly confused.
"Today's action has not been revealed at all before, but Ling Shuai from Daxia Kingdom was able to rush to the Dark World as soon as possible. What do you think is the reason?" Death asked.
"Master of the Palace, do you mean that the Rakshasa Hall may have arranged spies near our Dark Territory Temple?" the woman asked after thinking for a moment.
"Otherwise?" The God of Death narrowed his eyes slightly and continued to speak.
"It will take us at least two hours to get to the Rakshasa Hall from here. If the other party is not willing to start a war with us, by the time we get there, the Rakshasa Hall will be empty!"
"I understand!" the woman responded.
"Okay, let's go!" Death waved his hand.
"If nothing else happens, he will definitely come looking for us. Instead of chasing them around, it's better to wait for him to come to our door!"
"Copy that!" Several people nodded and stood up to leave.