A heroic man in a black dragon robe walked over and looked down at the disciple of the East Courtyard who was lying on the ground coughing up blood, his face full of arrogance.

"Isn't your martial arts academies a place to cultivate elites? Now it's all waste!"

"Western Chu is really getting worse every year. The so-called genius in the country is actually as weak as an ant."

"It seems that there is no one in Xi Chu except Mu Jingchen!"

Several men in black who followed the man in black dragon robe were equally arrogant and scoffed at the Kingdom of Great Chu.

"A few years ago, you Beiyan destroyed a hundred thousand troops by my Great Chu battle. Have you forgotten?"

Hong Tian struggled to get up and said angrily.

Bang!

The man in black dragon robe stepped on his head and snorted coldly: "That's just Mu Jingchen's power alone. What's the relationship with you bunch of waste?"

"Snatch us! Take us to that place of war, otherwise we will die!"

Another Northern Yan warrior said sternly.

"I want us to be cannon fodder and open the way for you, but there is no way!"

Hong Tiandu, who was covered in blood, roared angrily.

"Hmph! You wastes like you are just a waste of spiritual energy in the world."

"It is your blessing to be cannon fodder! Maybe when the country is destroyed in the future, you can still let your family live."

"Mu Jingchen is not here, no one can save you. If you don't want to die, think clearly before answering! This is the last chance."

The Northern Yan warriors sneered repeatedly, and their disdain for the Chu State was revealed between the lines.

"Although the Great Chu is weak, we still have the backbone, so we would rather die than surrender!"

"If we kill us, our senior brother will not let you go, you will be buried with us soon!"

These disciples of the East Court showed their strong will when facing the warriors of the enemy country.

"Senior Brother? That person named Su Chen, he is nothing! He dares to be an enemy of this prince and let his soul scatter!"

Prince Beiyan, wearing a black dragon robe, looked cold when he raised his foot and was about to step on Hong Tiandu's head to shock others.

"You're a big deal?"

Suddenly, a cold voice rang behind them.

"Who?"

The Northern Yan warriors all changed their color and turned around suddenly, and saw a golden light rushing towards them like a tyrannosaurus, as fast as lightning.

"Senior Brother!"

Hong Tian raised his head and screamed in surprise.

The other disciples of the East Courtyard were also shocked and thought they were in a dream.

However, the figure appeared in front of them in an instant, with long hair flying, eyes like stars, and a powerful aura filled all over their bodies, like a young master.

"You are Su Chen?"

The Prince of Northern Yan turned around in surprise, but after looking at Su Chen, his expression became contemptuous again.

The third level of Xuanwu Realm is not as good as Hong Tiandu.

"I am your ancestor!"

Su Chen said in a cold tone.

"presumptuous!"

“Bold!”

"You dare to insult the third prince. You are tired of living!"

Several Northern Yan warriors were furious and released powerful true energy fluctuations, attacking Su Chen.

"Don't kill him directly, I will slowly kill him!"

Prince Beiyan said with a vicious look on his face.

"Don't worry, your highness, suppressing him is only between turning his hands."

The first Northern Yan warrior to rush forward poked out a big hand, as if he was carrying the rolling waves, and the oppressed void was twisted and broken.

The cultivation level of the eighth level of Xuanwu Realm is a heaven-level martial arts with one move, and its power is indeed amazing.

"roll!"

However, Su Chen just shouted angrily, and there seemed to be a black sun rising in his body. Runes surging, releasing extremely violent destructive power, instantly shattering the rolling wave-like handprints.

The powerful still hit the Northern Yan warrior.

Bang!
Chapter completed!