Heavenly War God Returns To City

2The closer they got to the hall, the more they felt an indescribable fear.    

    

There was no reason for this fear. It was as if it had taken root in the depths of one's heart.    

    

The hall was truly too quiet. It was so quiet that it made one feel extremely uneasy. It was like the calm before a storm.    

    

When they arrived at the entrance of the hall, there was still no movement. Everyone tightly gripped the weapons in their hands, cold sweat involuntarily seeping out from their backs.    

    

Imp Zaar, Black Hawk, Little Santo, and a few other leaders stood at the very front. Their expressions were grave, and their gazes were stern. Their foreheads were covered in a layer of fine sweat.    

    

This was a battle style that Yang Xuan had set for them.    

    

As generals, they could not use the excuse of "strategizing and planning to win a thousand li, overseeing the rear." They could only hide at the back.    

    

Its role was not only to control the overall situation, but also to become the spiritual pillar of a team. It was like an invisible flag.    

    

Wherever it was the most dangerous, the general would appear.    

    

These soldiers were all very honest. Compared to those brainless things, they trusted and respected the generals who were the first to lead the troops.    

    

The three of them looked at each other and reached a mutual understanding with their eyes. Then, gritting their teeth, the three of them suddenly raised their legs at the same time and kicked at the palace gate.    

    

With a loud bang, the gate was kicked open.    

    

"Kill!"    

    

The three of them took the lead to charge in, and the soldiers behind them immediately swarmed in.    

    

Whoosh -    

    

At that moment, a strong gust of wind blew in front of them, and the soldiers who had just rushed in, including Imp, were instantly thrown to the ground by the strong wind.    

    

"All of you, get out and let your advisor come in. I want to see what this person who beat me until I can't fight back looks like."    

    

At the top of the magnificent hall was a huge golden throne made of pure gold.    

    

Sanzhu Zarro wore a dark red golden cloak and held the scepter of the Red Cloaked Sect Leader. He wore a half-golden mask on the left side of his face, and he remained unmoved. He gave off an extremely powerful aura of a king.    

    

Just this aura alone made Little Ghost Za and the others below feel a huge pressure on their chests, and even breathing became difficult.    

    

At the same time, a strange and inexplicable fear appeared in the depths of their hearts. It was as if they were living creatures that had seen their natural enemy.    

    

"Sandalor, you conspired to usurp the throne, bullied us for so many years, and harmed our people. Now it's time to pay the price. Cut the crap and come down here to die!"    

    

Black Hawk gritted his teeth and roared at the top of the throne. It seemed that he wanted to use this method to bolster his courage, but his voice was clearly trembling uncontrollably.    

    

Sanzhu Zarro remained calm and did not even look at the other party. He maintained his arrogant attitude, as if the people below were just a bunch of ants in his eyes.    

    

"Ever since the establishment of the Red Shirt Sect, this land has not been peaceful for most of the time. We have sacrificed thousands and thousands of bones to finally unify this piece of land. However, there have been five internal conflicts and riots since the founding of the Church, including the five of you this time. "    

    

" A lot of people will die every time, even more than the casualties in the war against the outside world. We've already paid too much of a price, I think it's time for all of this to end. All of you go out and let that person come in and talk to me. "    

    

Sanzhu Zarro's words were calm and carried a hint of a sigh. It did not seem like an order, but more like a senior speaking earnestly to a junior.    

    

The meaning behind his words was very obvious. Although the outcome of this battle was already decided, many people would still die if they fought.    

    

"From the day we decided to pick up our weapons, we had already cast life and death aside. So, don't try to scare us here. Damn it, we've already come this far. The head on our necks is nothing to us!"    

    

Black Hawk roared violently. There was excitement and agitation mixed in his emotions, but there was even more uncontrollable panic and fear.    

    

Sanzhu Zarro's aura was too powerful. The pressure he emitted was irresistible. The fear in the depths of his heart had nothing to do with life and death. It was simply the instinctive reaction of a creature when facing a strong enemy that was countless times stronger than itself.    

    

But fear was fear. None of the people below chose to shrink back.    

    

Black Eagle, Imp, and Little Santo looked at each other. After reaching an agreement, just as they were about to give the order to charge forward and risk their lives, a calm voice suddenly came from behind. "You guys go out first. Since they want to talk to me so much,... If I keep hiding it, that would be rude. "    

    

Yang Xuan had appeared behind them at some point in time. Everyone immediately made way for him. Yang Xuan walked leisurely out of the crowd with his hands in his pockets.    

    

"Commander, this..."    

    

Imp was a little worried.    

    

Yang Xuan smiled faintly, "It's fine. All of you can leave first."    

    

Imp Za, Black Hawk and the rest looked at each other. Then, he waved his hand and immediately led everyone out of the hall. They believed in Yang Xuan.    

    

Soon, only Yang Xuan and Sang Zhu Zha Luo were left in the hall.    

    

"This place is quite stylish. I estimate that this is the only palace in the ancient times."    

    

Yang Xuan leisurely looked around the magnificent hall. The luxury here far exceeded his expectations.    

    

Although Sang Zhu Zarro was sitting on the top and Yang Xuan was standing on the bottom, there was no difference between their auras. They were both calm and composed.    

    

Sanzhu Zarro looked at Yang Xuan up and down for a while and could not help but sigh, "I didn't expect him to be a young man. Amazing, truly amazing!"    

    

His words were full of praise.    

    

Yang Xuan smiled faintly, "Thank you for the compliment, but I have heard this kind of words too many times. Let's get straight to the point. Don't let the brothers hiding in the dark wait for too long."    

    

Sanzhu Zarro shook his head lightly, "Don't worry. There are only the two of us in the hall now. When you broke through my defense line, I had already dismissed my personal bodyguards."    

    

Yang Xuan was stunned. He released a trace of Qi to sense around. As expected, he did not catch Slay Sang. There was no one else's aura in the hall except for Sang Zarro.    

    

"You want to fight me one-on-one?"    

    

Yang Xuan asked.    

    

Although this was the first time they had met, judging from the description given by Red Sparrow, Little Ghost Zaar, and the others, the opponent was not an upright hero, as long as he could increase his chances of winning. He would never give up because of his so-called backbone and face.    

    

Moreover, his personal bodyguards were definitely not weak. It did not seem to fit the sinister, cunning, and unscrupulous character of Sanzhu Zarro when he dismissed them at this time.