Why do I have so many masters?

At this moment, a young man galloped up, waved the knife in his hand, and shouted: "Big Brother is willing to offer his cattle, sheep, and oasis to boost your morale. Aren't you willing to respond accordingly?!"

Great Prince Fengwu's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness, but his face remained unchanged, saying: "That's right, not only me, but several of my brothers will give great rewards to the warriors who can rescue the King!"

At least two oases...

The Great Elder of Myriad Beast Valley felt a fleeting temptation, he looked up at the sky, the anomaly in the sky had completely dissipated by now, whether it was Dragon Qi or the 'Fa Xiang' formed by the Martial Artist's steadfast heart, all had faded away.

As if it had been a dream, now the dream had ended.

His eyes were full of deep-seated jealousy.

'Fa Xiang.'

Countless Fourth Rank Martial Artists, just because they could not truly firm their hearts, find their own paths, were trapped outside the Heavenly Sect of the Third Rank.

Even with external assistance, able to temporarily push open the Heavenly Sect and display the skills of a Grandmaster, it was ultimately borrowed power, incomparable to a true Grandmaster. How did this young Great Qin person manage to find the path and condense Fa Xiang?

The road ahead has already unfolded before him.

What merit and what ability does he have?!

Lü Taian's eyes showed a cold glint.

Meanwhile, experts from the three factions understood the situation, since Fa Xiang had collapsed, the opponent must be in a state of exhaustion. Not considering the great reward, but thinking of the possible consequences if he escaped, they could not allow him to leave alive.

They exchanged glances, silently understanding each other's plans.

In silence, it seemed the air was permeated with coldness.

Jin Yuansi couldn't help but shiver, he instinctively looked back, saw those dignified, kind-looking, and respected Hero seniors nodding at each other, all with cold sharpness between their brows, causing his heart to tremble slightly, forcing him to take a step back.

In a daze, he almost felt he was not in the mortal realm.

But in a ghostly domain.

At this moment, a certain expert suddenly shouted:

"He is out!"

For a moment, everyone paused at least for an instant, then the sound of weapons clanging echoed endlessly, and the two Princes no longer had the mind for obvious struggle, retreating continuously.

Amidst the multitude, experts gathered, but everyone held their bodies tightly, eyes wide, watching the tent entrance undulate like water waves.

Great Prince Fengwu's heart raced.

His grip on the knife turned pale.

In front of his eyes, the shadow seemed to appear again, breaking through the blockade of fifty thousand troops, cutting through the waves like a fierce blade, swallowing dryly.

The Second Prince slowly retreated, the surrounding experts raised their guard to the highest level, he was concealed within the protection of numerous experts, looking at the tent, slightly relaxing, yet still unable to fully ease, murmuring in his heart.

No matter how strong he is, however strong.

When he appears, everyone will go up together, at most he will only kill the Big Brother, it is utterly impossible to pierce through the entire army's formation.

No...

Still, slightly retreat a bit more.

Inside the golden tent, Wang Anfeng removed the mask, hung the Bi'an mask on the green bamboo, his face had already changed discreetly, appearing different from Blade Madman and his original appearance, then took a deep breath, and pushed at the thick and complex tent entrance.

Behind him, Fu Minda breathed a sigh of relief, almost unable to hold her weapon tightly, recalling everything that happened today, feeling like in a dream.

They were just the King's maids, tidying up after the banquet, yet unexpectedly, noises from outside grew louder.

She comforted the maids younger than herself, saying it was alright.

But immediately followed by even louder noises, a raging wind, then before they could react, the golden tent was smashed open, and a person with a ferocious mask rolled in with the King.

Then, the King's brow was pierced.

Pinned with bamboo onto the center's thick column.

They couldn't imagine.

The King is dead?

That almost omnipotent King, that immensely majestic and towering King was killed like the most ordinary human, like the most common herdsman, pierced through, and just died?

Fu Minda looked at the King, suddenly felt that this supremely majestic and towering figure, when dead, was no different from the lowest beggar slave in their eyes.

At this moment, she heard the sound of clattering, suddenly raised her head.

Outside, the crimson golden light against her eyes, she saw that figure calmly walking out, facing spears and arrows, with cold light like the sea, walking alone.

The tent entrance was set down.

This was the last time she saw him.

PS: Today's update is presented...

Well, due to the organizational lines, today's update is relatively less, tomorrow should manage to break free from the backlash of evolution and return to regular updates, well, it should be seven or eight thousand words like that.

Thanks to lyz2010 for the great reward, and Xi Liufeng for the great reward, thank you very much.