Familiar figures of the Xia family appeared in his mind. Although it was very blurry, some things that impressed him deeply were still vivid in his mind.
While he was reminiscing, a man wearing heavy armor came to his side.
"Whose subordinate are you? Do you know that only those of us who have made meritorious deeds can come in here to get things?"
This man exuded an innate aura, and his words were mixed with impatience.
Xia Po turned his head, looked at the other party, and then at the large number of tributes placed at the deepest part of the ancestral hall, and he smiled.
"This Xia family is protected by Xia Po. How dare you rob and destroy the family so blatantly?"
After seeing Xia Po's appearance, he was slightly startled.
"Are you from Tianxiong?"
The atmosphere fell into a brief silence.
Then, he raised his fist as big as a sandbag and a ferocious smile appeared on his face.
"Hahaha, are you kidding me? Xia Po has been killed by our wise and mighty General Tunan!"
Hearing this, Xia Po frowned.
Raise a finger at random and point it at the other person's brow.
The next second, the opponent was stunned on the spot, and fell to the ground within a moment.
At this time, everyone in the ancestral hall also noticed Xia Po. They all picked up the weapons in their hands and looked at Xia Po. Looking at the expressions on their faces, they were all shocked and a little scared.
Xia Po had just used the soul-searching technique on that man, and wanted to check the information about General Tunan who killed him.
As soon as I checked the results, I almost understood what was going on.
In fact, after so many years, Xia Po has become the belief of the entire Tianxiong Dynasty warriors.
It can be said that as long as the legend of Xia Po still exists, the fighting spirit of the warriors of the Tianxiong Dynasty will still exist.
So the general named Tunan was very keenly aware of this, so he planned to find someone to pretend to be Xia Po and kill the fake Xia Po.
That battle was said to be earth-shattering, and ultimately broke the hearts of all Tianxiong warriors...
After learning this, Xia Po slowly opened his eyes.
Looking at these foreign warriors in front of him, he sighed.
"Do you know Xia Po's true strength?"
The voice was loud and thick, echoing in the ancestral hall for a long time.
Hearing the name Xia Po, almost everyone had a sneer on their face.
"Isn't he the immortal of your Tianxiong Dynasty? Wasn't he beaten to a pulp by our immortal and finally killed under the city wall?"
Someone said this and wanted to laugh after saying it, but found that he couldn't laugh no matter what.
I wanted to lower my head and look at my neck, but as soon as my head moved, it fell off.
Looking at Xia Po again, he had already put on a set of white clothes and held a long sword in his hand that was already a spiritual weapon.
The clothes on his body were fluttering without any wind, and his eyes revealed a murderous cruelty.
The next second, Xia Po's figure flashed outside the ancestral hall door.
Everyone in the ancestral hall died suddenly on the spot, and in the middle of the ancestral hall, there was a line of large characters written with the blood of these people.
"At three quarters at noon, Xia Po meets General Tunan outside the city wall!"
Not long after, a middle-aged man in a robe came here. After seeing the words on the ground, he frowned.
"Is it really that Xia Po who came to our door?"
He is General Na Tunan, and he is also a monk in the Qi Refining Stage.
After asking this question, he quickly shook his head.
If legends are to be believed, Xia Po lived for at least a thousand years.
Who can live for more than a thousand years?
It is estimated that only the Nascent Soul stage monks in the world of cultivation can live for more than a thousand years.
Is it possible for a Yuanying stage monk to come to the mortal world?
"Could they be other mortal monks?"
This is also impossible, because he did not feel any spiritual energy fluctuations at the scene, which means that the person who took action was just a mortal.
At most, he is just a more powerful grandmaster.
But even so, he still didn't intend to pay attention to it. There was no need to argue with an ignorant mortal, it was better to enjoy it.
So he planned to have people block the news here, but unexpectedly, his subordinates said.
"General, the man who calls himself Xia Po has started killing our people everywhere in the city, and he is also calling you a liar everywhere. If you don't take action, I'm afraid it will cause instability in the morale of the army..."
After the man finished speaking, he looked up at Tunan. Seeing that he had no reaction, he wanted to continue talking.
But before he could open his mouth, he felt a cold sensation in his throat, and then blood splattered on the spot.
"A bunch of ants dare to give me advice?"
After saying something ferocious, he twisted his neck.
"It's three quarters past noon, right? It's okay, let him feel the difference between immortality and mortals before he dies!"
The time soon reached three quarters to noon. The people who came this time were not only Tunan, but also a large number of foreign soldiers and many Tianxiong warriors who were hiding and observing in secret.
Most of these Tianxiong warriors are people who lost their faith and joined foreign races after the fake Xia Po was killed, becoming traitors.
We can't blame them for this, I can only say that the monks' spells are too fancy, and for mortals, they are really shocking.
This kind of dimension-reducing blow from immortality to martial arts is not something ordinary people can bear.
Tunan stood under the city wall with a relaxed smile on his face.
In his eyes, all mortals are ants, and martial arts are nothing more than a joke, just something mortals use to fight.
So he didn't care about this battle at all.
Xia Po stood in front of him, his face twitching crazily, but he said nothing.
"Boom!"
As a big bell on the city wall rang, Tunan couldn't wait any longer.
His body was covered by a dark cloud, and the lightning in the dark cloud was twisting like a snake. The visual effect was quite good.
And once the speed increases, his figure will become like a bolt of lightning.
Everyone focused their attention on Xia Po. At that time, the fake Xia Po was directly blown to pieces by this move. They didn't know what would happen to this Xia Po.
"Hide! Hurry!"
A warrior from the Tianxiong Dynasty who joined the foreign army couldn't help shouting, but he saw this scene.
Xia Po gently held Tunan's head with one hand and lowered his eyes.
Everyone was stunned by this scene. Is Tunan a god or a powerful god in charge of thunder?
This is what Tunan told them, and they all believed it.
But I didn't expect that this powerful god would be pinched by someone's hand. Even catching a chicken cub is not that easy, right?
Tunan was completely stunned because until now, he still hadn't felt any spiritual energy fluctuations in Xia Po.
Looking at Xia Po's disdainful eyes, Tunan struggled and asked.
"Who are you anyway?"
In response, Xia Po's face twitched again.
"Take a closer look and see who I am!"
Pattern narrowed his eyes to a slit, and after looking at it carefully for a long time, he was shocked.
"You are Li Bujue! Li Bujue lives next door!"
After seeing Xia Po's appearance clearly, he struggled even more fiercely.
"We are really enemies of each other. I thought you would hide somewhere, but I didn't expect you to come to the mortal world for vacation?"
Yes, Xia Po actually knew this guy. What a coincidence, he lived next door to him.
And just over ten years ago, he used a jade pendant that belonged to the addresses of all the female monks in the town to defraud Liangzi of all his few spiritual stones.
No matter how I looked for it at that time, I couldn't find it. I didn't expect that it had come to the mortal world.
"No, why don't you have any spiritual energy fluctuations?"
"Because I am a warrior."
Xia Po said lightly, then strangled his neck with one hand, pulled out the long sword with the other hand, swung it out, and took off the head.
Tunan would never have thought that he would die in the hands of a warrior.
Holding Tunan's head, Xia Po looked at the crowd of spectators. He did nothing but thought about the meaning of martial arts.
Martial arts cannot increase longevity, and the master stage is not even as good as the Qi refining stage. Only in the true martial arts stage can one show his true strength.
But even the most evil genius cannot reach the true martial arts realm in his lifetime. So what is the meaning of the existence of martial arts?