He is the second largest tribe in Lingdu, the chief of the Ji tribe. He has one of the highest positions in the army, almost on an equal footing with the chief of the Yuan tribe.
Luo Chen was now in the Yuan Shen realm. With one kick, the minister's chest collapsed and blood spurted out. Before he could make any sound, his whole body collapsed to the ground like a ball of soft flesh, and he died.
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty!"
"Your Majesty, I don't blame Clan Chief Ji for this matter. Clan Chief Ji didn't come to lead the Spirit Clan army because his wife and the entire tribe were taken to the Nine Netherworld!"
Some people in the Spirit Clan army thought that Luo Chen didn't know the inside story, and immediately spoke for the dead leader Ji.
"Yes, Your Majesty, the other adults' families and wives were all captured by the demons. The adults fought bravely and infiltrated deeply into the Nine Netherworld, and finally rescued all the family members in the tribe from the demons."
There were even some people in the army who were afraid that Luo Chen would wrongly accuse other ministers, and began to excuse the ministers such as the Yuan clan chief by saying good things.
These spiritual tribes who spoke favorably to the ministers and were stationed at the border all year round thought that Luo Chen had no knowledge of all this.
Luo Chen always had strict rules for killing, he was not harsh on his subordinates, and he was not enthusiastic about killing.
After knowing all this, I will definitely not blame the ministers wrongly.
But, as it turns out, they couldn't be more wrong.
After Luo Chen heard this, his golden eyes were quite oppressive, and he focused his gaze on the family members of the ministers who were kneeling respectfully.
His gaze seemed to be substantial, pressing on the backs of these ministers and family members, and these people lowered their backs lower.
Low pressure spread in the air, and they even became cautious about breathing.
Chief Yuan's spine felt chilly, his heart jumped suddenly, and he had a bad premonition.
"Really? It's because of you that they don't even care about the war, delaying me and delaying the business of the Heavenly Spirit Realm."
Luo Chen looked at this group of about a thousand spirit tribesmen and suddenly sneered.
"Since your presence will make my subordinates fearful and have no regard for the overall situation. You are such a hindrance, there is no need to exist at all."
Luo Chen flicked his sleeves, and the void tore open behind him, and a purple ball of lightning with a diameter of several hundred fell from the sky.
There was a loud bang and the ground shook.
A dazzling purple light exploded in front of his eyes, blinding everyone.
Thousands of elves didn't even have time to scream, and they would be drowned by the lightning ball in an instant.
It turned out that where these people were, a large pit dozens of meters deep appeared. The pit was scorched black, and the smell was similar to that of burning things.
There was nothing in the pit except charred black ashes.
Thousands of elves were instantly burned to ashes by Luo Chen's lightning ball attack.
Even the sixteen ministers' wives were no exception.
The eyes of Chief Yuan and other Spirit Tribe ministers were as red as blood, their spines were shivers, and their hearts were trembling.
They immediately jumped into the pit, desperately trying to find their relatives.
They searched and searched, but there were only piles of ashes.
"Madam!"
"Father! Mother!"
"My child! Ah!"
All the Eldar ministers held up a pile of ashes, their eyes were red and filled with tears, and they let out lung-splitting roars.
Patriarch Yuan stood blankly beside the pit, his body stiff, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
His parents, relatives and everyone in the tribe were chopped into ashes by Luo Chen's lightning ball.
So that's the case, no wonder Bu Feng Xiaorou is resolute and insists on staying in the Nine Nether Realm and refuses to return to the Heavenly Spirit Realm.
(End of chapter)