is lips. He had just been boastful for a moment, this Huang Azhan wouldn't die if he didn't do anything. It seems that Du Tiger went, he drank too little alcohol."Zhang Senior Brother," Ling He was a...Jiang Wang flew swiftly in the heavy rain.
Boom boom boom.
The sky crackled with lightning and thunder.
Rain lashed against his body, lightning occasionally illuminating his impassive face.
He was drenched to the bone by the cold rain, he hadn't even thought to use his Dao Yuan to protect himself. He was preoccupied with thoughts.
The heavens were pitch black, and the four wilds were shrouded in darkness.
On this stormy night, he felt a chilling loneliness.
Killing Dong A should be a joyful thing.
Especially Dong A, as the deputy prime minister of Zhuang State, was a core figure behind the scenes. If he were assassinated, it could very likely affect the entire war between Zhuang Yong and other states.
At that time, Zhuang Gaoxian, Du Ruhui, and Huangfu Duoming, they might all have to die!
At the same time, of the 300,000 Zhuang Guo soldiers fighting on the Yong Guo battlefield, probably not many would survive to return home.
Jiang Wang's heart was conflicted.
And he wasn't feeling happy either.
Dong A was his only acknowledged teacher, from awkwardness and reverence to trust.
He was very determined to kill Dong A, and in the end, he actually killed him with his own hands.
But it wasn't very smooth.
Rain ahead, rain behind, and an empty heart.
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Travelling through the storm, the whole world seemed to be filled only with the sound of rain, even my heartbeat was drowned out.
At this moment, he yearned for Jiang An'an deeply. When he was adrift outside the world, Jiang An'an became his only connection to reality.
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“Hahahahahahaha... you don't have the qualifications yet, asking me for an explanation!”
Dong A's maniacal laughter, it seemed to still echo in his ears.
"Hehehehehe..."
... No... No!
It really seems like it's ringing.
That laughter seemed to continue, really.
That laughter echoed in my heart!
Jiang Wang was startled. Looking back at his own strangeness, the first thing he thought of was Jiang Yan. He had always been wary of Jiang Yan, always on guard against him.
Inside the Palace of Heavenly Ascension, that spirit candle was so peaceful. Moreover, during his battle with Dong Abbo, he had witnessed with his own eyes how the seals on the Duke's Seal carried by Jiang Yan and Dong Abbo were both damaged beyond repair.
At that time, Jiang Yan had already been beaten unconscious and should not have recovered this quickly.
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Jiang Wang spread out the Sea of Soul Flowers, covering them with a soul candle. He also summoned his Spirit Snake swarm to swim in the sea of flowers. If Jiang Yan had any movement, he wouldn't hesitate to tear his face off at this moment and fight to the death.
"Hahahahahahaha…"
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The candles stood still.
But Dong A's voice was still there.
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Why can I still hear his voice even though he's dead!
Why... the restless spirits just won't go away!
Jiang Wang stopped in the torrential rain high in the sky, his eyes filled with bloodshot veins at some point.
“Dong A!”
He shouted.
“Dong A! Come out here!”
“I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!”
“I'm going to kill you!”
"I'm going to kill you again!"
Sound on a rainy night cannot travel far and is quickly stifled by the sound of rain.
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“Hahahaha...” Dong's unrestrained laughter echoed once again.
Where are you
The Serpent of the Starry Sky rarely roamed the Celestial River, but now it was weaving through the halls of the Heavenly Palace. The True Spirit of Dao searched for abnormalities within the Heavenly Palace.
Where is Dong A... hiding
The soul leaped into the First Inner Abode, where hundreds and thousands of hidden snakes slithered through each room.
...Can't find... Can't find...
Dong A was still laughing wildly.
His damn laughter, it's still going on!
“Ah!”
Jiang Wang hugged his head, his headache splitting.
He was tumbling in the air.
"Dong A!!!"
Jiang Wang opened his bloodshot eyes and, in the pouring rain, suddenly saw a figure appear.
He was dressed in a black dragon robe, with a resolute face and a short beard.
He said, “The duel of proof, begin!”
"Ouch!"
Jiang Wang threw a punch, but the figure vanished, his fist only connecting with raindrops. The rain was icy cold.
Headache...
I have a terrible headache.
Jiang Wang clenched his fists, his fingernails digging into his flesh.
He suddenly turned around!
A resolute-faced middle-aged man appeared before them once more, seated serenely in mid-air. "From now on, you may address me as your master," he declared.
"Die!"
Jiang Wang pointed his sword and shouted, "Regarding you as my teacher is the biggest regret of my life!"
The sharp sword qi cleaved through the heavy rain curtain, but could not bring forth any light. That figure, however, shattered once again.
Jiang Wang, you need to calm down. Jiang Wang, you need to calm down!
With agonizing pain and hatred, Jiang Wang struggled to hold onto his last shred of rationality, calling out to himself relentlessly. He kept repeating the same desperate plea.
But Dong A's figure appeared before him again.
Extending his index finger, he condensed a jade-colored spike at the tip. "This is the Swallowing Poison Thorn, a technique of the C-grade middle rank," he instructed casually. "It's quite practical and useful even for middling ranks."
“I’ll make you wish you were dead!” Jiang Wangfei charged forward, roaring as he delivered a vicious knee strike.
That figure shattered into a mass of black shadows, flowing like water.
It spun several times in the air and then suddenly writhed, transforming into a white-haired old man.
It's Du Ruhui!
Du Ruhui gazed at him quietly: "Don't you want to kill me Come!"
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...Something's wrong... Something's definitely not right...
A faint sliver of reason in his heart told Jiang Wang that something was terribly wrong. Something wasn't right.
But seeing Du Ruhui's pretentious and hateful face, Jiang Wang still rushed forward regardless. Punches, kicks, knee strikes, elbow blows... That face was shattered again, only the continued rain remained.
...what went wrong...
Jiang Wang thought hard.
And the general appeared.
Huang Fu Du Ming wore heavy armor and carried a saber, appearing before him with a contemptuous air: "Just a few commoners in this insignificant city. Their death is nothing to me. In my lifetime of warfare, I have taken countless lives. What can you possibly do"
"Hmph! Hmph...hmph!" Jiang Wang panted, struggling to catch his breath: "I will kill you. I will kill you sooner or later!"
Facing him, Huangfu Duanming turned and transformed into the majestic Zhuang Gaoqian in dragon robes. He stood with his arms crossed, radiating an aura of nobility and power: “These three thousand miles of mountains and rivers in Zhuang Kingdom belong to me. The tens of millions of people who live in Zhuang are under my rule. Sacrificing the small for the greater good, how could I not sacrifice What are you, to dare command me”
"The mountains and rivers of Zhuang State belong to all the people of Zhuang State, not yours alone!"
Jiang Wang swayed in mid-air before abruptly charging forward: "No one's life belongs to another! Who gave you the right!"
And the black shadow transformed into Zhuang Gaoxian, this time he didn't dodge or evade, and charged straight ahead!
Fused together with Jiang Wang!
"Hate!"
"Hate!"
Jiang Wang heard his own voice saying this.
In a bone-chilling cold, he suddenly understood many things.
In the realm of Fallen Maple, hatred overcame morality for the first time, leading to the expedition to Wanjiang City and the forceful imposition of the Decree of Withered Wood.
Hatred overwhelmed his reason, which is why he left Yún Country on New Year's Eve, risking his life to go to Zhuāng Country to retrieve chestnuts from the fire and behead Dǒng .
Unknowingly, he had already been eroded by hatred!
That black shadow crashed into her body, Jiang Wang's eyes rolled white, and the whole person fell straight from the sky!
Before he lost consciousness, his last thought was ——
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If this is truly one's own heart demon, then what about Jiang Yan...
The same rainy night.
To the south of Xincheng, a figure enveloped in flames streaked across the rain like a meteor.
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To the north of Xin'an City, a drenched boy with his head in his arms fell from a great height.
But further north, in the places where the sudden downpour had not reached, there was the swift figure of Lin Zhengren flying.hen did Old Madam Li recall: "No wonder she has such an extraordinary bearing!""Yes, yes indeed." Xu Xiangqian nodded repeatedly: "I associate with Longchuan, so I must choose respectable people..."Wh...