"Today, not only will we kill Xia Tian, ​​but no one will be left in this Heavenly King Palace."

Zhao Chong issued an order, and the Zhao family masters around him nodded. It has been many years since there was no aristocratic family in the ancient martial arts world as mobilized as they are now to deal with an ordinary organization.

In that cabin, Zhao Zuzu Zhao Wuji sat cross-legged and let the big ship shake, but he was always as steady as Mount Tai and as gentle as a rock.

On the other side, the members of the Heavenly King Hall had already arrived at the dock and stared at the big ship driving opposite. Everyone was ready to fight to the death.

In the end, the Zhao family ship stopped at about a hundred meters away from the dock. The two sides confronted each other, and the atmosphere instantly fell into extreme tension.

“Where is summer?”

Only Zhao Chong's roar was heard, and his voice echoed over the entire Huanlong Island.

Han Ya and his group felt very stressed, and Xia Tian was not here, so naturally they would come up with the kings.

Han Ya stepped forward and looked directly at Zhao Chong over there: "I wonder why the head of the Zhao family mobilized a large number of troops to come to my Tianwang Island to find my boss today?"

Zhao Chonghan said in a cold voice: "The Lord of the Heavenly King Palace, Xia Tiantian, kill me Qilin's son. I'll come here to seek justice today and let Xia Tian come out."

"The Palace Master is not here, please come again another day." Baiming Canglong said.

“Not here?”

Zhao Chong snorted coldly: "Then I will start killing the people from your Heavenly King Hall from now on. I will stop when he comes back."

"Don't go fuck you."

Many of the 18 generals in the Heavenly King Hall stood up directly: "Who do you think you are? I can kill you as soon as you say you are. If you have that ability, just let the horse come over."

These people in the Heavenly King Hall are not cowards. Each of them crawled out of the pile of dead people. How could they be afraid of Zhao Chong's threat?

Zhao Chong was so angry that he ordered an attack directly.

And the people in the Heavenly King Palace are also holding their weapons tightly, and the battle is about to begin.

And at this moment, a terrifying pressure surged from the big ship, as gentle as a huge wave.

In an instant, each of the hundreds of murderous members of the Heavenly King Hall here felt a powerful pressure coming from the zenith. They were as if they were trapped in a swamp and could not move in an instant.

"What's going on?"

Han Ya and others all bent down, and dense beads of sweat emerged from their foreheads.

"Pressure."

Xia Kunlun said: "This is the pressure from the demigod. With the demigods here, even if all of us are combined, we cannot be our opponents."

This is the first member of the Heavenly King Hall to face the pressure of a demigod head-on. At this moment, they truly realized what the demigod actually means.

This battle may have ended before it even began.

Puff puff puff!!!

Among the hundreds of members of the Heavenly King Hall, some of the weak cultivation had vomited blood and fell to the ground on the spot, extinct and died.
Chapter completed!