1807 Ready to Go! (1/2)
The Poison King's special martial art was the Worldly Poison Art. It was magnificent, but the Poison King wasn't so powerful. He had been fighting so hard, and he was exhausted. However, nothing could stop him.
This might be the last fight in his life.
He felt sad that he was going to fail Ye Xiao. He used to think his Worldly Poison Art could shake the Human Realm Upon Heavens someday…
Suddenly, there was a wave of the strong wind howling over.
It was some kind of killing power.
Somebody was speaking.
”Attack!”
It was the Tiger in the Dream.
The enemies started to attack in all directions. The battlefield was going to be in cloudy chaos.
Not only the Hall of Returning Nature was going to attack but also the Monarch's Hall. Everybody heard the word.
People of the Monarch's Hall all stood up, trying to stand straight, no matter how serious they were injured.
In their eyes, there was braveness.
'Let it come!'
'The Monarch's Hall is afraid of nothing!'
Everybody tried their best to stand up.
People of the Monarch's Hall were always monarchs!
They would accept death, but never humiliation!
It was the order of the Lord Monarch!
It was their last time to fight for the Monarch's Hall! They had to do their best!
…
The killing power was approaching. It covered the entire thirty-thousand-mile area.
Apparently, the enemies were leaving no way for anybody to flee!
The Monarch's Hall had to fight or die!
More men of the Hall of Returning Nature had arrived. It wasn't fifteen thousand men, but fifty thousand!
Fifty thousand men besieged the three thousand wounded men of the Monarch's Hall.
The Monarch's Hall was going to lose it!
The enemies were moving fast, but they became more and more oppressive.
They slowed down on purpose. They were trying to mentally break down the people of the Monarch's Hall.
Chihuo made a long shout and flashed away with a long stream of fire, and then he appeared on top of a mountain.
”People of the Monarch's Hall!”
”Yes!”
”I am Chihuo! Today, who wants to fight with me?”
”I do!”
”I do!”
”I do!”
”…”
”Everybody stood up and tried to shout. Some could only make a weak sound, but they did it. The determination and courage were incredible!
Chihuo laughed. He was glad!
At the moment, somebody spoke indifferently. The voice came from somewhere far. ”Chihuo, you are going to die. I didn't know you could be so heroic. You do deserve the title of the Seven Colored Lords. You are the weakest, but still, you are better than most people. To be honest, I am impressed!”
That was full of disdain and sneer.