Abandoned Prince: Summon the Sword God at the beginning

A beauty turns to dust in an instant, this is the greatest tragedy in the world.

Zhao Ling felt extremely uncomfortable. Every world had its own rules of the game. In this continent called "Shenwu", the biggest rule was "the strong are respected".

The life of the impoverished young master of a noble family is as worthless as grass, but he is also a happy man. So many beautiful subordinates are willing to die for his life. He should be content.

At this moment, Zhao Ling was no longer fragile. He swore secretly: "Dear sisters, your blood will not be shed in vain. The murderers will pay their blood debt with blood, and I, Zhao Ling, will support the Zhao family's world!"

The pursuers were closing in step by step, only one step away from Zhao Ling's carriage, which meant that Xiaoyue and her Yuezi Battalion, who were responsible for the blocking mission, had been completely wiped out.

The fierce warriors surrounded Zhao Ling and the beautiful warriors of the Qingzi Camp. Then a piercing shout was heard: "Capture Zhao Ling, the grandson of King Saobei, alive. There will be a huge reward. The rest will be killed without mercy. You can do with his beautiful followers as you wish. Brothers, kill them!"

The leader of the pursuing troops made a promise before the battle, which made the soldiers who were chasing relentlessly and breathlessly become extremely crazy. Playing with beautiful women was the best motivation before the battle. The wanton laughter resounded through the sky and echoed in the endless snowfield.

Commander Xiaoqing, with her eyebrows raised, her jade hands tightly grasping the sword, her pair of phoenix eyes dripping with blood, she is waiting for the final decisive battle. She and her good sisters would rather die than be defiled by this group of the dirtiest low-level soldiers!

For beautiful female warriors, death is not scary. When facing death, they are just as brave as men.

But for them, the most painful thing in the world is to be toyed to death by a group of savage beasts. That would be a torture deep in their bones during their lifetime, and they will die with their eyes open!

Commander Xiaoqing shouted, "Sisters, set up the Mandarin Duck Death Formation!"

This formation, named 'Yuanyang Death Formation', was invented by their eldest sister Wu Mochou. It can be used to kill one's enemies in the most magnificent way when one is most helpless.

Inside and outside the formation, both the enemy and our side within a radius of several miles will be blown into powder by the huge force, leaving no body behind.

Xiaoyue pushed Young Master Zhao Ling and the carriage to a safe area several miles away.

Suddenly, all the beautiful warriors dismounted and formed a circle. The pursuers, inspired by their beauty, had already turned into a group of wild beasts. The showdown between beauty and the beast was about to begin.

Zhao Ling watched the tragic scene about to happen in front of him, but he could not change anything.

This is a group of beautiful warriors who defend their dignity with their lives, even at the cost of being reduced to ashes.

The people of this continent have superstitious beliefs shared by people in other worlds. They mummify the dead so that they can be resurrected in the future, but those who have been reduced to ashes and have no remains left can never be resurrected.

Zhao Ling didn't want to see the tragedy, so she shouted, "Sister Xiaoqing, don't do that!"

Zhao Ling clenched his fists and exerted all his strength. His originally handsome face turned red, his facial features became distorted, and he was on the verge of a rage.

"These scums, even if I die, I will die with them!"

Zhao Ling, as the grandson of King Saobei, could not sit idly by in the face of this situation.

His martial arts skills were abolished, and he was so weak that he had no power to fight. But Zhao Ling no longer cared about that. He drove towards the enemy group himself.

He wanted to crush the enemy with his chariot, but the result of doing so would be that he would also die in the chaos, and he had no regrets.