Volume 2 Whose Era Chapter 7 I am the King of Daliang
"Project me! Let these mortals who dare to kill the immortals see how their king is servile and grovelling!" Mo Shao's face was gloomy and his voice was cold, echoing in the silent palace.
"Yes!" Two more cultivators flew up, pinched their fingers together and created a mirage in the sky above Liangcheng , projecting the scene inside the palace.
In the hall, spiritual stones were lit.
The ground, dragon pillars, and even the tables, chairs and ornaments are all made of gold. Under the reflection of the light, they are dazzling and magnificent.
Directly in front of him was a dragon throne, on which sat the King of Liang, wearing a majestic dragon robe, dragon-patterned boots, and a crown with a draped curtain on his head.
He looked coldly at the three immortals who were walking in from outside the hall.
No one has arrived yet.
The applause started first.
Clap, clap... Amid the applause, Mo Shao stared at King Liang and said coldly as he walked.
"Majestic, so majestic, you dare to sit on it after seeing me."
King Liang was still sitting upright, as if the person walking into the hall was not an immortal but his minister.
"I am the king of Daliang. You come to see me, do you expect me to kowtow three times and nine times?"
His voice was low, yet filled with desperate relief.
There are so many things I have wanted to say but cannot.
Now that things are irreversible, why not say it?
"Hahaha."
After a brief silence, the three cultivators felt as if they had heard the funniest joke in the world.
"King Fan, you idiot forgot one thing, I am an immortal!"
"And you are a mortal. You mortals are like ants, pigs and dogs. Do ants and pigs dare to disrespect immortals?"
"Kneel down before me!"
Mo Shao pointed at Prince Liang and shouted, and the Golden Palace was shaken.
Kneel down...
Kneel down...
The echoes continue, like death notes.
However, King Liang slowly stood up.
He walked down the Golden Palace step by step, his dragon robe swaying slightly and the curtains fluttering slightly.
The clattering sound of pearls mixed with the clattering sound of footsteps could be heard clearly.
Soon, he stood in front of the three immortals.
The pair of eyes under the curtain showed no fear at all, staring closely at the intimidating Mo Shao in front of them.
"I am the king of Daliang. I kneel before heaven and earth, not the evil immortals."
"Get out of my way!"
The dragon robe of Prince Liang suddenly fluttered, and his internal energy overflowed.
A fist extended from under the dragon robe and slammed towards Mo Shao. It was as white as jade, but without any trace of being pampered.
His fists were covered with thick calluses. God knows why he was practicing so hard?
The wind from the fists was stirring, and there was a faint sound of a dragon's roar.
The emperor's fist!
In terms of ordinary martial arts, he is actually a top master.
This punch, which has gone through winter and summer, has been tempered through thousands of times and can break stones and split gold!
That punch that seemed extremely fast, impartial, and upright in the eyes of ordinary people, was only as slow as the palm of a newborn .
Bang!
A tiny voice was heard, and Mo Shao raised his hand slightly with an expressionless face, and gently grasped the fist that condensed King Liang's lifelong cultivation.
After all, the boxing techniques of the mortal world cannot kill the immortals.
"You're kidding me!"
His eyes were extremely vicious. In his eyes, King Liang's actions were no more than an ant opening its mouth to bite.
"How dare you, an ant, bare your teeth at me!"
Click!
With his true strength combined, he clenched his hands fiercely, and the King of Liang's well-tempered fist instantly turned into a pool of bone residue covered with flesh and skin.
King Liang cried out in pain, and the next moment, he roared and kicked out fiercely like an invisible steel whip.
The sound of the wind blew directly into Mo Shao's abdomen.
"snort!"
Mo Shao snorted coldly at the first sight, his foot turned into an afterimage, and he stomped down hard.
Boom!
The whole hall shook.
The kick that arrived late pushed the King of Liang's entire calf, including the skin and bones, deeply into the gold, leaving a regular depression there.
King Liang, who had lost his balance, could no longer hold on and fell to the ground. The severe pain made his face covered with sweat.
"What about that person? Will he be fine if he kills the immortal and hides?" Mo Shao asked sternly.
King Liang gritted his teeth to prevent himself from losing his voice due to the pain, and used his only remaining hand and foot to try to get up.
"Tell me! Where is that man?"
Boom!
Mo Shao stepped down with one foot as fast as lightning, powerfully and measuredly, and knocked King Liang down hard.
Click.
He fell heavily to the ground, and the crown hit the hard ground, breaking the straps and bouncing away.
The pearls touched the ground and scattered all over the floor, making a rustling sound.
His hair was disheveled and his whole body was trampled on the ground, looking extremely miserable.
"Ants are ants after all. This is what happens when you dare to resist the immortals!" Mo Shao pointed at King Liang and shouted to the sky. He was warning all the people of Liang.
The scene just now.
Above the entire Liangwang City, a huge projection formed by mirage was formed, and the people in the city could see it clearly.
"My king..."
There were people hiding in the dark who saw the immortal wreaking havoc and King Liang being humiliated, and they were in so much pain that they could not contain themselves.
There is only doom in their eyes.
Such divine power!
Outside the imperial city, the frenzied massacre had been going on for quite some time, and the thick smoke was filled with a pungent burnt smell.
"Goddess, this is none of our business. It was Doctor Wang who killed the immortal. We saw it with our own eyes and were powerless to stop it."
Among the ruins, a tall middle-aged man was spotted by a cultivator, who was approaching him step by step. He was crying bitterly and looked extremely embarrassed.
What answered him was an icicle as sharp as a sword, which instantly pierced his chest, emitting a chill that was difficult for mortals to resist. It slowly froze his entire body as he struggled in pain.
In a remnant of an alley, a young man was running in panic, holding a child of six or seven years old, carrying a bag on his back, and followed by his wife.
However, a fairy in white clothes with fluttering sleeves suddenly appeared at the end of the alley.
He was greatly shocked, and protected his wife and children behind him, and began to kowtow.
"Please, immortal, let us go, let my wife and children go. He hit me so hard that his head was bleeding."
A dazzling sword energy flashed by.
In his astonished eyes, a sentence was circling in his mind:
"Yes, how can an immortal talk to ugly mortals like us?"
The immortal in white robes rose into the sky, still extraordinary and ethereal, without a speck of blood on him, leaving behind a field of broken corpses.
The sounds of begging , crying, and screaming were all mixed together. The streets that were once paved with wide and hard bluestone slabs were now wet and covered with blood.
The smell is pungent.
"King Fan, your kingdom is about to be destroyed."
Mo Shao leaned down and whispered in King Liang's ear. He even used a ray of his consciousness to project the tragic situation in the outside world into King Liang's mind.
Tears immediately flowed down, and they were particularly conspicuous on the golden paved ground.
"Hahaha!"
"Interesting, interesting. I thought you didn't have any emotions." Mo Shao seemed to have found an interesting toy: "Now, are you willing to talk about it?"
King Liang's body began to tremble.
After a while, he called out in a dry voice.
"The people of Liang..."
"Although we are mortals..."
Mo Shao showed a mocking look in his eyes, but did not stop it. He wanted to see what this interesting toy wanted to say.
"Yes! I have a heart full of passion to splash the evil immortal!"
King Liang roared with all his strength, so much so that his face became slightly ferocious.
