C98 Zhao Kuangge

Name:Peerless Thunder King Author:Zuo Ye
The Moon King, who was sitting by the door, asked coldly, "Your Majesty the Pill Emperor, what is going on?"

The Medicine Sovereign said, "On the journey back to Tencel Palace, someone intercepted me. After attracting my attention, this brat who called himself Zhao Kuangge took over the Pill Emperor."

The gazes of all the girls landed on the Pill Emperor at the same time. The exalted Emperor was actually forced into a corner by a mere cultivator of the Calamity Realm. How could he possibly lose any more face?

Medicine Sovereign continued to speak, "Tian Mo beat Zhao Kuangge to the point that he bled profusely as he fled helplessly. They have come to seek revenge now."

Yue Ren licked his lips, then carried his Human King Sword and got down the chariot. Zhao Kuangge's eyes lit up, and he said frivolously: "Beauty Yue, please get to know me well. I am Zhao Kuangge, and these eighteen are my Mad Song Eighteen Horses.

Zhao Kuangge winked at him. He was as frivolous as he could be. The Moon King twitched his nose. Other than Zhao Kuangge who had Earth Tribulation, his Mad Song Eighteen Horses s were all heavenly tribulation s.

The Moon King let out a long and clear whistle, and his body shot forward like an arrow that had just left the bowstring. Zhao Kuangge said: "Wild, I like these kind of fierce girls, go."

Mad Song Eighteen Horses spurred his horse forward, and under the thunderous sound of his hooves, the eighteen people split into two groups, one on the left and the other on the right, and charged towards the Moon King.

The knights of Mad Song Eighteen Horses were the heavenly tribulation, and their mounts were similarly not ordinary horses, but mixed blood horses with the bloodline of profound beasts.

The eighteen of them seemed to be one with their mounts, like a pair of eagle wings that were retracting towards them. Leng Shaoying said excitedly: "Human Wang-jie has won for sure."

Zi Tong nodded in agreement. The Medicine Sovereign said: "These people are experts in joint attacks. How come I have never heard of them before?"

The Pill Emperor replied, "Either they are disciples from a hidden family, or they come from another continent. This is the style of a battle. It's not easy for the Moon King to be victorious. "

Zhao Kuangge had special confidence in his Mad Song Eighteen Horses.

The Barbarian Cow who was pulling the carriage seemed to be on the verge of death, while the only person capable of fighting against the Moon King was already engaged in a chaotic battle with his subordinates. Zhao Kuangge smiled mockingly and said, "Your Majesty, can you be a guest at my place?"

The Pill Emperor looked at Ghost-faced Wasteland and he took out a simple battle bow from her storage ring. Zhao Kuangge sensed danger and pulled the reins.

When the Ghost-faced Wasteland appeared at the carriage's entrance, Zhao Kuangge held onto the sword hilt and said, "That woman should be the Moon King. This beauty is wearing a ghost mask, could she be the big sister of the Ghost-faced Wasteland?"

Leng Shaoying revealed an expression that he was about to vomit, and said: "That bitch."

Zi Tong replied: "Even more lowly than Ye Tianmo."

Leng Shaoying immediately became angry and said, "Get down, this is Tianmo's war chariot."

Zi Tong looked at Leng Shaoying suspiciously and said: "No way, you can be the manager for Ye Tianmo?"

Only then did Leng Shaoying realize that he didn't have the right. She was the bitter girl who had failed his challenge to Ye Tianmo and couldn't take out the bet to sell himself and pay his debt.

Leng Shaoying coldly snorted and turned his head to look at the chaotic battlefield. The Moon King's figure constantly fluctuated, and Mad Song Eighteen Horses was obviously forced to form a few squads to block the battle.

Mad Song Eighteen Horses was together all year round. As they were all fighting in the same place, the strength of their combined attack was enough to even make Royal Level retreat. Under the Moon King's attack, the Mad Song Eighteen Horses could only defend.

Zhao Kuangge's heart was thumping. He had long heard that the Moon King was intrepid, and only after seeing him fight against the Mad Song Eighteen Horses, did Zhao Kuangge realize that he was too arrogant.

If it was only the Moon King, it wouldn't have been a headache. The appearance of the Ghost-faced Wasteland in this damned bronze chariot was completely out of Zhao Kuangge's expectations.

It seemed that he had kicked the metal plate, barefooted at the same time. Zhao Kuangge changed his expression and said: "I met a little brother last time, after talking to him, I've benefited greatly, is he here?"

The Ghost-faced Wasteland took out an arrow slowly. Zhao Kuangge looked around and said, "The weather is really not bad, it's not suitable for fighting and killing."

A large shield appeared in Zhao Kuangge's left hand, and he used his mount to retreat. Ghost-faced Wasteland placed the arrow on the altar, Zhao Kuangge whistled and said: "Let's go, today's sunny weather is not suitable for fighting."

Leng Shaoying urged her: "Ghost Sis, shoot! Shoot that slut with your mouth!"

Ghost-faced Wasteland's gaze was not fixed at Zhao Kuangge, but at the rear. Following Zhao Kuangge's whistle, the Mad Song Eighteen Horses slowly retreated.

She hid her longsword behind her back and also looked at the back of Zhao Kuangge. Zhao Kuangge laughed dryly: "I've seen it, beauty. We'll meet again in the future and we'll have a good talk."

Yue Ren looked at Zhao Kuangge and said, "Come out, I want to talk to you about this little bastard's discipline."

An old woman's voice sounded, "Moon King, you retained thirty percent of your strength. Do you know that Mad Song Eighteen Horses also retained his strength?"

The Moon King said, "Ghost-faced Wasteland, you deal with that old woman who has hidden herself for so long. I'll kill them all."

Ghost-faced Wasteland Zhang Gong, Zhao Kuangge and Mad Song Eighteen Horses were on their horses at the same time.

Leng Shaoying's cold sweat dripped down. She looked in the direction the Ghost-faced Wasteland was concerned but didn't see anything. It was only when the Moon King exposed the old woman who was hiding that Leng Shaoying finally understood that the Ghost-faced Wasteland knew of his powerful enemy.

The Moon King returned and sat beside Ghost-faced Wasteland, saying, "If it wasn't for you holding the fort, it wouldn't have been easy to deal with."

For once, the Ghost-faced Wasteland opened his mouth and asked: "How much power did you save?"

The Moon King was silent. "Fifty percent. If I'm not afraid of that old woman, I can kill two of them quickly and break their cooperation. The only thing left is to slowly kill them all."

Ghost-faced Wasteland said, "Next time, just kill them. I'll guard the back."

The Moon King raised his fist and Ghost-faced Wasteland's fist collided with the Moon King's. Moon King did not retract his fist, but rather smashed it straight into Ye Tianmo's thigh. Ye Tianmo was sleeping soundly, even if someone used a blade to kill him, he did not have the power to resist.

Zhao Kuangge brought Mad Song Eighteen Horses and fled for more than ten kilometers. Zhao Kuangge said resentfully, "You bunch of trash can't even deal with the Moon King. Can you even count on your help to accomplish anything big in the future?"

A young man with a full beard said, "If you can take care of Ghost-faced Wasteland, we can kill the Moon King."

Laughing shamelessly, Zhao Kuangge said, "Let's think it over for now. Honestly speaking, last time, my nose was broken by the brat who drove the carriage, he did not show himself today, I have a feeling that he is inside the carriage."

A female Knight with narrow eyes asked, "So what if we find him?"

Zhao Kuangge said fiercely: Catching him, I will find the ugliest woman to send him, if not I will not be able to dispel the hatred in my heart.

Mad Song Eighteen Horses was a little depressed in his heart, causing Zhao Kuangge to hate him to this extent, that brat must have been asking for good fortune.

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