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He taunted: "You betrayed him first, and you still hope that Mo Beichen will help Cold Martial Sect in the future? Han Beiwang, in terms of shamelessness, you are superior! No need to wishful thinking, under the Blood-faced Skeleton's pursuit, do you think that little bastard will still be alive? "

"You actually hired a killer to kill him?" Han Beiwang exclaimed.

"No wonder you shouted the loudest that day, and continuously instigated everyone, hoping to reduce the anger on their Nine Stars Valley with the surrender of Mo Beichen. So from the beginning to end, you had already known that Mo Beichen was dead, and wouldn't be caught at all. The reason why you did that was simply to buy them some time, and also to find the most reasonable excuse to attack. "

Han Beiwang looked dispirited as he sat on the ground. From the beginning to the end, he felt like someone was leading him by the nose. Elder Chen's ambition was like a wolf's. He lost for no reason this time. If he really wanted to pursue this matter, it would be no injustice.

"Could it be that this is my retribution?"

Even his last hope had been shattered, Han Beiwang's heart felt like it was on the verge of death, he had never felt so helpless before.

"Since you've already crippled my cultivation, why aren't you killing me? You have personally made me into such a miserable state. You have also mocked me, and have seen enough jokes.

Seeing his dejected look, Elder Chen sneered: "If you didn't have any use for him, why would I let you continue living on with your last breath?"

Just as he finished speaking, the sound of footsteps came from the outer sect.

Han Beiwang's expression turned cold, when he saw who it was, he could no longer hold back the anger in his heart, and struggled to pounce at the figure with all his might.

With just a light push, Han Beiwang was like a rag doll as he was thrown out heavily, spitting out large mouthfuls of blood.

Lu Dong looked at him with disdain, then said to Elder Chen: You go out first, without my permission, no one is allowed to come in.

"Yes sir!"

Elder Chen respectfully left with the appearance of a subordinate.

Seeing the Nine Stars Valley Valley Lord giving orders in his own territory made Han Beiwang feel a deep sense of anger.

Elder Chen's completely servile look had also provoked him quite a bit.

"Tell me, what exactly do you want to obtain from Cold Martial Sect? What have you done to the people outside? "

With a furious roar, Han Beiwang clenched his fists, and almost crushed his knuckles.

Lu Dong glanced at him indifferently, then found a chair to sit on. Only then did he slowly open his mouth to speak: "Of course I want to kill those useless trash, what else can I do?"

Under Han Beiwang's extremely sorrowful and indignant gaze, Lu Dong continued: "As for my goal, of course I'll leave behind what's left of your Cold Martial Sect …"

In the entire room, there were only two people, Lu Dong and Han Beiwang. The rest of the people were all forbidden from entering, and even those within a hundred meter radius were not allowed to go near.

At this time, Cold Martial Sect was in a state of extreme heat and water, fighting everywhere, and the sound of battle shook the heavens.

The low-level disciples were like headless flies, fleeing in all directions as they were slaughtered wantonly. Even if the elders had some fighting strength, they were still under the pursuit of those soldiers and powerful enemies. Their situation was not optimistic, but they were still braving the battlefield in blood.

However, this situation quickly changed. The number of enemies was several times that of Cold Martial Sect, and the difference in their battle power was like the sky and the earth. Not long after, the entire sect was covered in rivers of blood and corpses littered the ground.

Terrified by the bloody and terrifying scene, many people kneeled down in front of the sword that was about to cut them down, begging for mercy.

"Don't kill me, I surrender, I surrender!"

"Spare us!" I am willing to separate myself from the Cold Martial Sect, and from then on, I will be led by the three sects.

Seeing that there were less than half that were still alive, those survivors threw their weapons and ran to the center of the square with their hands held high, shouting loudly.

This was especially true for those who had advocated surrender from the start. They ran the fastest, fighting to be the first to show their sincerity. They were afraid that if they were too late, they would lose the opportunity.

Seeing their cowardly look, Sun Hu walked over with the people from Dragon Tiger Sect. Very soon, An Yuan, accompanied by a group of experts from Perishing Sun Palace, walked over.

"Who said we were going to land? Kneel down! "

Sun Yuan was bare-chested, and his eyes were sharp.

Hearing his words, those who wanted to surrender didn't feel that anything was amiss and immediately knelt down.

Seeing them being as obedient as their own dogs, the tiger commander's eyes revealed a look of disdain as he swept his gaze over them one by one.

Amongst this group of people, there were both young and old. The oldest one was at the peak of War Qi level 12, and there were two one star soldiers. As for those young disciples, some were at the sixth or seventh stage of the War Qi, while others were at the tenth and eleventh stages.

Hm? Wait! Why did he bring in a fellow at the second and third levels of War Qi?

A piece of trash like him, who would even be looked down upon by Cold Martial Sect, how could they possibly take him in!

"It really is a trash sect, there's all sorts of trash inside."

Sun Hu speechlessly shook his head, as a strange smile rose from the corner of his mouth.

"You want to live, so you choose to betray your own sect?" He asked with a faint smile as he paced back and forth.

"This... This was what you called being sensible! Cold Martial Sect were already a thing of the past, there was nothing to stay for. This master, from the looks of you, you are powerful and extraordinary, your aura is astonishing, you should be a hero of Dragon Tiger Sect, right? My name is Chen Hongda, an elder, and I am willing to join Dragon Tiger Sect to serve your sect! "

This self-depicting Chen Hongda was about half a century old, with a flattering smile on his face, almost lying on the floor and sticking out his tongue.

He was the most vocal of all the proponents of surrender, and he was the first to suggest it.

While everyone was under the pressure of the Dragon Tiger Sect, he was the first one to start flattering the enemy, expressing his loyalty to them.

Giving him a noncommittal glance, Sun Hu looked at the dozens of people behind him and asked: "You guys also have the same intention?"

"Right!" This Cold Martial Sect is bound to be a short-lived sect, and cannot be compared with Nine Stars Valley, Perishing Sun Palace or even Dragon Tiger Sect at all. Now that such a great opportunity is right in front of me, I definitely wish to join a sect with a bright future. "

"That's right, my Dragon Tiger Sect seems to be quite good. Just by hearing this name, you make a strong impression. This hero, I believe you must have an extraordinary position in the Dragon Tiger Sect. After we join the Dragon Tiger Sect, we are all willing to follow you … "

Since An Yuan didn't say anything, the people around him were too lazy to talk.

Now, Sun Hu was the only one who asked questions, so they naturally had to curry favor with the person in front of them.

"Old bastard An, what do you think?" Turning his head to look at the yawning old man, Sun Hu asked.

Rubbing his sleepy eyes, An Yuan softly said, "My Perishing Sun Palace doesn't have the habit of picking up trash. If your Dragon Tiger Sect likes it, then you can take it all. It just so happens that there are two combat soldiers inside that can increase your strength. "

With a cold snort, Sun Hu said unhappily: "Trash can still be used, and besides, I won't take all of them. However, I didn't realize that you were so generous that even the warrior martial artists didn't like you. "

Sun Hu's words caused the people in the crowd who had a bit of strength to feel joy in their hearts, but those who had a bit of strength turned pale white in an instant as they shivered.