"Why?! Those opportunities to improve my cultivation in a short period of time, those powerful positions, should belong to me."
"Hehe, since the young master is not benevolent, then don't blame me for being unrighteous. With my ghost face's talent, there are many people who are willing to appreciate me. The Lan Empire is one of them."
"It wasn't me who killed Lan Chuxi, but his own injustice and incompetence, and that bitch Ye Nu. Hahaha..."
The ghost face smiled for a while before looking at Ye Chengfeng.
He wanted to see an expression of remorse on the face of this man he had hated for thousands of years.
However, it was Ye Chengfeng who slowly raised the corners of his mouth and a bright smile.
The ghost face's heart suddenly jumped, and it screamed: "What are you laughing at?!"
Ye Chengfeng lowered his eyes slowly and did not answer his words.
But his fingers gently caressed the scarred little halberd in his palm, whispering softly in his heart.
"Chu Xi, have you seen that all the people who have harmed you have finally... finally gathered together, and no one will be left behind..."
"Don't worry, wait a little longer. Soon, soon I will take their lives and come to Huangquan to find you..."
Seeing Ye Chengfeng like this, the hatred in his heart couldn't help surging like magma.
I can't wait to rush over and tear him into pieces.
But Lan Yaozong stopped him.
"General Ghost Face, the most urgent task now is to take back [Abita]. The grievances between you and Chengfeng will be discussed later."
He had a gentle smile, and his eyes were full of trust when he looked at the ghost face, "I promise, I will never stop you from doing anything this time. What Chengfeng did should also be taught a lesson."
Only then did Ghost Mian smile, and followed Lan Yaozong to look at the Xiaoyaomen.
Only this time, Lan Yaozong looked at Luo Yu and Yun Ruohan in the eyes, no longer the kindness and gentleness he had pretended before.
"Xiaoqi, I gave you a chance. But you let me down."
He raised his hand, and slowly pushed down: "Ghost face, I want Happy City to be free!"
"Obey!"
Defending the crown trembled all over, and his consciousness spread.
The one hundred thousand Xiaoyao army mobilized in an instant, protecting the seven Muyan people from the left and right.
Ghost Mask seemed to be indifferent to defending the title, and slowly raised his hand.
The flying boat in the air landed quickly following his movements.
Hundreds of thousands of heavily armed black-armored soldiers fell from the sky.
One hundred thousand Xiaoyao soldiers against one hundred thousand black armor soldiers.
The battle is imminent.
The ghost face stared at the defending champion for a moment, and suddenly let out a giggle: "You are the defending champion who is called the god general after me? Now it seems that it is nothing more than that?"
The ghost face's voice was sometimes hoarse and sometimes sharp, as if multiple voices overlapped together, which seemed extraordinarily weird, "Little guy, don't you think that the same army of 100,000, and the same god-level general, would fight against me? Come on, you will have a chance of winning, right?"
Wei Mian swallowed, and a drop of cold sweat rolled down his forehead.
His face also looked slightly pale.
As a warrior, the defending champion has always been conceited and arrogant.
Because of chasing up for thousands of years, on the entire floating island, there is no warrior who can surpass his strength.
But just when the ghost face descended, the sea of consciousness of the two collided.
Wei Mian actually felt that his spiritual consciousness was faintly suppressed.
The Xiaoyao Army is indeed strong, brave, and loyal.
But in the end, they had only been in the army for less than a year, and most of them were just ordinary people without cultivation before they came out of the gravel hill.