I, Suiren, will teach Ziyi how to make stockings.

"Ah..." Upon hearing this, the other few people roared and immediately used all their strength to mobilize the power in their bodies.

At the same time, the attacks from Ming Wang and others came in an instant.

"Four breaths..."

The old man gritted his teeth and fought hard.

The barrier began to deform.

"Three breaths..."

Suddenly, the Beast Emperor rushed forward again, and the power of the domain suddenly shrank at his fingertips.

He suddenly tapped on the barrier.

"Two breaths..."

With a loud bang, the barrier shattered like a mirror.

The Beast Emperor's body rushed in instantly.

A beam of light shot out from the fingertips.

"One..." As soon as the man opened his mouth, a bloody hole appeared between his eyebrows.

The formation in his hand was instantly extinguished.

"This... let's fight!"

Seeing their leader dead, the others knew they had no chance if they didn't fight hard, so they immediately retracted their swords and prepared for a final fight to the death.

There are seven people left.

Meng Kongchan and Li Youtian each dealt with one.

Xuanming, Lu Xiaodie and Yu Ding deal with one.

Dian Jiuzhi, Huang Jingtian, Ye Lingfei, Huang Long...

The Blood Demon and the remaining elders also joined forces to fight the remaining people.

Seeing this, Nezha and Yang Jian knew they had no opponents and immediately wanted to help Ming Wang.

"Help the Beast Emperor first and end the battle first!" Yang Jian said and was about to take action.

"Okay!" Nezha also agreed very much. As long as the Beast Emperor can free up his hands, this battle can be resolved as quickly as possible!

"Get out of the way!" However, before he could get close, the Beast Emperor shouted angrily.

His eyes were red and his fighting was disorganized.

Relying only on the most primitive and instinctive techniques in hand-to-hand combat.

But no matter how strong the body is, how can it compare to the sword in that person's hand.

This sword was tempered with imperial fire by the Ximen Imperial Clan, and even a Half-Step Lord cannot ignore its sharpness.

Soon, the battle was won by the overwhelming advantage in numbers.

Xuan Ming and others also suffered injuries to varying degrees.

Fortunately, all six were killed.

"Beast Emperor..." Huang Long's arm was almost cut off, and he had to hold it with one hand to prevent it from falling.

He looked at the Beast Emperor and was stunned.

The others also watched silently. No one left, and no one took action.

Watching the Beast Emperor use his body to block the man's sword.

Countless sword marks began to appear on his body.

The man also went from making fun of the Beast Emperor at the beginning to panic later.

He was really panicked. He could feel that the other party was not in a good condition.

A hatred that was almost solidified was controlling the person in front of him.

The Beast Emperor has hatred in his heart.

He hated the group of people in front of him. He hated why they invaded the middle section?

Why should we massacre the ferocious beasts?

he hates...

Hated them for killing their own son.

Hate myself even more.

If... if he could be stronger, would he be able to protect his son?

Wouldn't he...

Ming Wang's eyes were dark, and with overwhelming hatred, he used his body to hit the man's sword.

Gradually, the people of the Ximen Imperial Clan began to retreat.

The sword in his hand began to become unsteady, and every time it was hit, it was clearly the Beast Emperor and the Ming King who were injured.

But his sword trembled even more.

At last.

With a "clang" sound, the sword finally broke and flew away, deeply inserted into the ground.

Ming Wang, the true beast king of the ferocious beast tribe with a broken arm, the father who witnessed his child being beheaded.

With his body covered in sword wounds, he knocked the sword out of the man's hand.

At the same time, it also shattered the pride in the heart of this member of the Ximen imperial family.

The man looked at the person in front of him with horror, not noticing that he was actually surrounded.

All the companions around him died.

The Beast Emperor did not attack, hiding his eyes in the shadows.

"Pick it up..." After a long moment, the Beast Emperor suddenly said, then shouted again: "Pick it up!"

The man trembled with fear.

The Beast Emperor gritted his teeth, then suddenly smiled, and two lines of tears flowed down his face.

The man woke up at this moment and immediately used the same formation as the leader to send a message.

"Oh no... kill him!" Xuan Ming and others saw this and were about to take action immediately.

But at this moment, a black shadow suddenly flashed past their eyes.

The man from the Ximen Imperial Family who wanted to pass on the message had his eyes wide open.

A palm pierced through the chest.

Feeling the cool breeze in his body, he slowly fell backwards to the ground.