Chapter 777

In the Great Xia Dynasty, in Qianyang City, early in the morning, vendors in the city set up their stalls and shouted.

There are a few residents, carrying baskets, wandering in groups.

Among them, there was a middle-aged man in a black gown with a scar on his head. He held a big knife in his hand, and a pair of vicious eyes glanced around, his eyes full of malice.

The residents around him distanced themselves from him one after another, and some warriors even watched him from a distance, talking and pointing.

He looked fiercely at those warriors, and suddenly, the warriors who were still discussing just now lowered their heads quickly, not daring to look at him, let alone pointing out.

The peddler next to the middle-aged man seemed a little bored, talking softly to the short-haired peddler next to him.

"Hey, business is getting worse and worse now. I heard that Wu Zun of the Qian Dynasty has sneaked into our dynasty and is killing people wantonly. The residents are hiding at home and dare not come out."

The short-haired peddler next to him shook his head, sighed helplessly, and replied, "Isn't it? If it weren't for the fact that I couldn't survive, I definitely wouldn't come out to do business."

"What's the use of hiding at home, Wu Zun comes to attack, except for Wu Zun who can resist, ordinary warriors like us will die wherever we hide."

"You're right. Hiding at home is nothing but self-consolation. It's useless. I'm hoping now that our Martial Lord of the Great Xia Dynasty can beat him back hard."

The short-haired peddler next to him might feel a little uneasy, and asked in a low voice, "Will the Martial Lord of the Qian Dynasty attack our Qianyang City?"

"Yes." A wild laughter came suddenly, and the middle-aged man in the black gown suddenly let go of his aura and said loudly, "I have already decided, Qianyang City is my goal this time, you guys Wait for death. Haha..."

There was a sudden silence on the street, everyone looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, their faces were full of horror, oppressed by his momentum, they were all bent over, struggling in pain, trying to escape.

Residents with even weaker strength fell directly to the ground, their breathing getting weaker and weaker.

Wu Zun's aura is oppressive, and ordinary people can't bear it at all.

The two vendors next to the middle-aged man were the closest to the middle-aged man and felt the strongest sense of oppression.

They knelt down directly, their faces twisted, and their blood vessels seemed to burst open.

Seeing the embarrassment of everyone, the middle-aged Wu Zun felt a kind of perverted pleasure, he laughed wildly, "Go to hell with all of them!"

After finishing speaking, the power of heaven and earth gathered on his body, and a more terrifying aura came from him.

"The one who is going to die is you." A voice suddenly came from the sky, and after a while, a figure appeared in front of everyone.

Everyone felt the sense of oppression suddenly disappear, and they all glanced at the figure that had just appeared in surprise, and hurriedly ran outside.

"Qin Ming?" The middle-aged man was startled and recognized the man in front of him. He couldn't help but turn pale with shock, and didn't dare to say anything, "Qin Ming, how did you find this place? How did you know that I would attack this city? I Is this one picked at random, without even knowing it myself?"

The middle-aged man was full of doubts, and asked several questions in one go.

"These are not important, the important thing is that you must die today, and forgive the warriors you killed." Seeing the residents on the ground who had been crushed to death by the aura of the middle-aged man, Qin Ming said with a grim expression and a cold tone.