Zongwu: The Rise of the Little People

Zong Zheng Pearl.

Suddenly I felt a chill.

The shadow of Yucheng and the scenes of torture kept echoing in my mind.

"kill him!"

Zong Zheng Mingzhu didn't care about anything else and just wanted to make this hateful face disappear completely from the world.

"Shhhhh..."

"Kill, kill, kill..."

After receiving the order, all the subordinates of the Supervisory Department immediately drew their swords and attacked Zhao Xu.

"A clown!" Zhao Xu looked at Zongzheng Mingzhu, chuckled, and took a step forward.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."

Sword energy gushed out from the floor.

"Ah ah ah..."

Screams continued incessantly, Zhao Xu was surrounded by a strong aura, and he approached Zong Zheng Mingzhu step by step.

The Supervisory Department is the Baichuan Academy of the Daxi court. All of its subordinates are elite, and all of them are high-ranking warriors, including some who are second-rank junior masters.

These people barely resisted for a moment under the sword attack, then approached Zhao Xu and attacked him with swords.

"Dang Dang Dang..."

"Thump, thump, thump..."

Zhao Xu ignored everything and walked leisurely in the garden. All obstacles were strangled by the strong energy.

Looking at Zhao Xu approaching step by step, Zong Zheng Mingzhu suddenly realized that he was still influenced by the old thinking.

Most of the gangsters in Daxi would just sit there and wait for orders when faced with the imperial court's crackdown. Even if they resisted, they could not make any waves.

Over the years, except for Li Xiangyi and Di Feisheng, the court has never compromised.

Zhao Xu was already famous before, but Zong Zheng Mingzhu didn't think he could reach that height. Now it seems.

Moreover, it was obvious that Zhao Xu did not care about the court at all, and his official position could not save his life.

Zong Zheng Mingzhu could only fight desperately for a chance of survival, return to the court to send an army, and then come back for revenge.

"Splitting Palm!" He didn't care at all about the life or death of his subordinates from the Supervisory Department. His true energy flew through the human wall in front of him and attacked Zhao Xu.

At the same time as the attack, Zong Zheng Mingzhu flew away, and he also forgot about Jiao Liqiao's mission.

"Want to run? Dream on!" Zhao Xu sneered. Given the absolute difference in strength, the Air-Splitting Palm could only cause a slight ripple in Zhao Xu's energy.

Looking at Zongzheng Mingzhu who had already escaped to the wide square outside the house, Zhao Xu had an idea, and a force of heaven pressed down on him, making him unable to move.

It's a complete cat-and-mouse game.

At this moment, all the people from the Supervisory Department in the room were lying on the ground.

Everything, just like that, happened suddenly!

From the time Zong Zheng Mingzhu gave the order until the time when everything came to a head, most people had not yet recovered.

"Come here!" Zhao Xu stretched out his right hand, and Zong Zheng Mingzhu suddenly moved across the air and returned to the hall. Zhao Xu's big hand of true energy grabbed his neck and lifted him up.

"You can't kill me. I'm the commander of the Supervisory Office and the grandson of the prime minister. You're behind me, with unimaginable power..." Faced with life and death, Zong Zheng Mingzhu completely broke down. He used threats, begging for mercy, and inducements.

It was there before, so arrogant; it is here now, so embarrassed.

"Go with peace of mind!" Zhao Xu listened for a long time, and seeing that he could not come up with any new tricks, he shook his head.

The next moment, Zong Zheng Mingzhu's head drooped and he went to another world.

The hall was dead silent.

"Is all this true?" After a while, Su Xiaoyong was the first to speak. Everything seemed like a dream.

"Miss Su, I am a man of my words. You have seen the sword!" Zhao Xu said calmly.

"What should we do next?" Su Xiaoyong and Zhao Xu were talking to each other in a completely unrelated manner.

"Mr. Jin actually left!" Gong Yang Wumen and Jian Lingxiao, who had come to their senses, were concerned about another thing. It was obvious that their interests lay in other areas.

The two of them quickly took action and began searching everywhere for Jin Mantang's whereabouts.

"You didn't see anything!" Zhao Xu walked up to Su Xiaoyong, patted her shoulder and spoke.

"Them?" Su Xiaoyong could naturally tell that something was wrong with the others.

"Bolan's head, Luo Mo Tian Bing!" Zhao Xu did not hide anything at all and directly stated the goals of these people, and then advised: "You are a little girl, don't get involved!"

"You've gone on a killing spree today, and neither the Daxi court nor the underworld will let you go!" Su Xiaoyong didn't know why, but he was actually a little worried about the man in front of him.

"Daxi is a bit boring!" Zhao Xu smiled softly, glanced at Zongzheng Mingzhu who was already lying dead, and continued: "Since the undercurrent is already surging, why not let me uncover it!"

Su Xiaoyong seemed to understand what Zhao Xu said.

"Come with me!" Zhao Xu suddenly said at this time, and then went towards Mr. Jin's residence.

Su Xiaoyong had already seen Zhao Xu's strength, but now he seemed to be very familiar with Yuanbao Villa, and his expression was quite strange.

There was a fierce fight at Jin Mantang's residence.

It was Jian Lingxiao, Gong Yang Wumen and the housekeeper Jin Changbao, the three of them were working together to fight against one person.

There was a secret room in the house with the door wide open, and Jin Mantang was lying dead at the door.

There was also a thin woman, hiding weakly aside.

"Butler Jin didn't go to gather the guards and actually showed up here!" Zhao Xu walked into the house with Su Xiaoyong and shook his head.

"This Miss Zhiyu is Mr. Jin's adopted daughter!" Su Xiaoyong has lived in Yuanbao Villa for a while and has a general understanding of the people here.

"Now that Mr. Jin has passed away, this villa will have to be supported by Miss Zhiyu!" Zhao Xu nodded, said this, and then looked at the four people who were fighting.

Next, Zhao Xu appeared beside the four of them, and their acupoints were pressed at the same time.

Under the soul-stealing technique, all problems are no longer problems.

Dong Ling, the Golden Antelope Sword, and Jin Changbao, the housekeeper, both have Jin family blood. When they suffer from the genetic disease Tree Man Syndrome, it is said that only the Bo Lan human head can suppress it, so the two of them go to great lengths to get it.

Jian Lingxiao, the ghostly doctor, is the wife of Brother Jian, who is also of the Jin family. Now his son also suffers from the same disease, but his virtues as a doctor are still intact and he has no intention of killing anyone, which makes Zhao Xu quite relieved.

Gongyang Wumen and the lying corpse Zongzheng Mingzhu, both of them have four-character names, they are birds of a feather flock together, and they were both sent by Jiaoliqiao to take Luo Mo Tianbing.

He is the mastermind behind the incidents in Yuanbao Villa over the past month.

Zhao Xu asked about the whole process and wrote it down on paper.

Then, under the shocked gazes of Su Xiaoyong and Jin Zhiyu, he leisurely walked to a flower pot in the house and flicked his fingers.

The next moment, the blue human head and a piece of special ice appeared in Zhao Xu's hands.

"In fact, if I'm not with Li Lianhua and them, I can solve the mystery faster!" Weighing the Luo Mo Tian Bing in his hand, Zhao Xu looked at Su Xiaoyong and the others and smiled.

"This is totally a matter of force!" Su Xiaoyong felt speechless, but at the same time he understood.

Sometimes, strength will cause this phenomenon. The results that ordinary people have to rack their brains to get are just a piece of cake in front of a strong man like Zhao Xu.

"Miss Su, please help Miss Zhiyu take over Yuanbao Villa!"

"Those people from the Supervisory Department, collect the body, prepare the remains, and put them into the coffin. I'm counting on you!"

Although everyone is hostile, it is better to put the dead into the coffin. Zhao Xu still has this broad mind.

"You still have the mood to care about these things? After tomorrow, you will become the public enemy of Daxi!" Su Xiaoyong didn't know what mood he was in at the moment, and his mood was very complicated.

"The sky won't fall yet!"