Chapter 13836 Four Strong Men
Chapter 13836 Twelve Strongmen
Wangzhou, this ancient and mysterious land, has always been the focus of competition among various forces.
And today, a thrilling storm is quietly brewing over the imperial city.
In the sky above the imperial city, which was originally solemn and magnificent, a strong and indelible smell of blood suddenly emerged without any warning.
The bloody smell seemed to come from the Netherworld, carrying with it an endless breath of death and terror that instantly permeated every inch of the air, making people want to vomit at the smell.
Immediately afterwards, dark clouds quickly enveloped the entire imperial city like a surging tide, completely covering the originally bright sky and plunging the entire imperial city into a depressing and gloomy atmosphere.
In an instant, it seemed as if the sky and the earth changed color, and the void was torn apart by a mysterious and powerful force.
One after another, figures slowly stepped out from the torn void, and each figure exuded a heart-pounding pressure.
Looking closely, there were thirteen people in total. They were the notorious and feared Thirteen Thieves, and the leader was the ruthless and scheming Qin Feng.
Qin Feng's eyes were as cold as ice, like two sharp cold swords, overlooking the imperial city below.
There was not a single unnecessary expression on his face, nor any nonsense, he just raised his hand and slashed with the sword.
This sword contained all his strength and murderous intent, and the tremendous force crushed towards the palace like a surging tide.
Wherever it passed, the space seemed unable to withstand this powerful force and shattered into pieces, making a creepy sound.
The sword shadow was like a black lightning, whistling towards the palace with the momentum to destroy everything.
However, just as this devastating force was about to reach the palace, it mysteriously dissipated into thin air, as if it was swallowed up by some mysterious and powerful force.
All this happened so suddenly and so unbelievably that Qin Feng and others' faces turned pale in an instant.
In the palace, Emperor Liu Wu was sitting on the dragon throne. He looked into the void indifferently, with a ferocious smile on the corner of his mouth.
That smile was filled with disdain and murderous intent, as if he was looking at a group of ignorant ants.
"The Thirteen Thieves? Haha, you are so brave that you dare to come to the imperial city to make trouble. My royal family has been silent for so many years. It seems that someone has forgotten how terrible we are?"
His voice was low and majestic, like rolling thunder, echoing in the palace.
After saying that, he suddenly slashed at the void with his sword.
This knife, seemingly casual, actually contains endless power.
As the knife flashed, it seemed as if the entire world was covered by this knife.
The blade light was like a blazing sun, carrying the power to destroy the world, sweeping towards the Thirteen Thieves.
Qin Feng's expression changed drastically, and a hint of fear flashed in his eyes.
He came this time on the orders of the King of Qin to test the power of the royal family.
After all, the Qin family once betrayed the royal family. If the royal family rises, it is very likely that they will attack the Qin family.
But Qin Feng didn't expect that the power of the royal family was much more terrifying than he imagined.
This Liu Wu actually displayed a strength that was even more powerful and terrifying than what he showed in Zhaixing Tower City that day.
The power of this knife made him feel unprecedented pressure, as if the breath of death had enveloped him tightly.
"Run away!" Qin Feng shouted at the top of his lungs.
The thirteen thieves did not dare to hesitate and turned around and fled.
However, the majesty of the royal family is not something they can easily challenge.
Although they tried their best to escape, three of them could not escape their fate.
Under Liu Wu's powerful attack, they were instantly killed and buried in the imperial city.
Blood splattered, dyeing the ground of the imperial city red, adding a bit of horror to the atmosphere.
Liu Wu stood below and did not chase the fleeing thirteen thieves. He just watched them leave coldly.
His eyes were full of disdain and warning, as if telling them: "No matter who sent you, it's time for your master to know how powerful my royal family is!"
Immediately, he retracted his gaze and looked into the house. The ferocious smile on his face disappeared instantly, replaced by a gentle smile: "The distinguished guest is frightened, let's continue!"
As if the thrilling battle just now had never happened, his tone was calm and composed, showing the royal majesty and demeanor.
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The Demon Sea, a land regarded as a taboo and nightmare by the rest of the Dazhen Dynasty, is like a cancer emitting an evil aura, deeply embedded in the edge of this vast continent.
It is filled with an eerie atmosphere of deathly silence, as if time has stopped here and the breath of life has been completely isolated.
On the Demon Sea, all you can see is endless barren land. The cracked land is like the deep wrinkles on an old man's face, telling the vicissitudes and desolation of the years.
The sky is always shrouded in a gray haze, and the thick clouds are like a huge lead plate, weighing heavily on people's hearts.
The spiritual energy here is so thin that it is almost exhausted. The air is filled with a pungent stench of decay. There is no sign of life, and even the most tenacious weeds cannot take root and sprout here.
Occasionally a strong wind would blow, blowing up a sky full of dust and making a sharp whistling sound, like the roar of a demon.
In the center of the Demon Sea, ten iron pillars dozens of feet high stand like giants. Their thick pillars are engraved with mysterious and strange runes, flashing with faint green light, as if hiding endless secrets.
Twelve corpses of different appearances were hung on the iron pillars. Their bodies had long since dried up, like dead trees that had been drained of moisture by time, leaving only skin and bones.
But what is amazing is that their flesh has not yet decayed and still retains the outline they had in life. Through their skeleton-like bodies, one can still see their strong physique and extraordinary temperament.
Each corpse seems to be a silent monument, telling the story of the thrilling battle that took place that year.
At this time, a sixteen-year-old boy walked slowly over accompanied by an old man.
The young man was wearing a black robe, which was soft yet tough, simple yet elegant. It fluttered gently with his steps, like a ball of mysterious black flame.
His eyes were as bright as stars, deep and clear, as if they contained endless wisdom and secrets.
Although he is still a teenager, he already looks mature. His face is cold, like a thousand-year-old ice, emitting an icy aura that keeps people away.
There was an innate nobility and majesty in his eyes and eyebrows, and he exuded an aura of looking down on the world, as if he was the master of this world.
The young man walked to the iron pillar, stopped, looked up at the corpse above, and asked softly: "Are these the twelve powerful men of the Dazhen Dynasty who blocked my sea of demons back then?"
His voice was low and magnetic, with a hint of curiosity and doubt.
