Super Dragon slaughtering System

0Zhu Rong looked like he was in his forties, but his expression was unusually gloomy. His eyes were sunken, and his entire body was emitting an evil aura.    

    

Only Sun Tianjian knew that he was actually over 130 years old. He could be considered an old demon!    

    

"Senior Zhu Rong, Zhu Dazhuang, he..."    

    

Sun Tianjian's face revealed a trace of embarrassment.    

    

Zhu Rong's expression changed slightly, and he shouted coldly, "What happened to him? If you have something to say, say it. Don't stutter like that. "    

    

"He's dead."    

    

Sun Tianjian gritted his teeth and said.    

    

After he finished speaking, he lowered his head. There was some fear in his heart. He was afraid that Zhu Rong would attack him in a fit of rage. If it wasn't for Zhu Rong's existence... If Zhu Dazhuang died, then so be it. He might not have come here to report to him. There was still a chance for him to survive if he took the initiative. If he didn't take the initiative, Zhu Rong would know about this matter. He, Sun Tianjian, would die for sure.    

    

After a while, there wasn't any fury that he had imagined. Zhu Rong's face became even darker. "How did he die? In fact, you are not allowed to miss a single thing!"    

    

Sun Tianjian told him everything from the beginning to the end. When he found out that Zhu Dazhuang was fighting with Ning Qi, he was furious. He spat out blood and died. Zhu Rong was so angry that he laughed instead. "Hahaha, interesting. A grandmaster alchemist at such a young age, I think he must have an extraordinary background."    

    

Sun Tianjian said, "According to what I know, he said that his master is a wild crane in the clouds, and no one has ever seen him before."    

    

Zhu Rong said coldly, "Do you know what other identity Zhu Dazhuang has besides being my disciple?"    

    

"What identity?"    

    

Sun Tianjian's face revealed a trace of doubt.    

    

"He is my son! My biological son! My only son! "    

    

Zhu Rong suddenly became furious, and his roar shook the forest.    

    

"They are father and son?"    

    

Sun Tianjian's face revealed a shocked expression.    

    

"How dare they kill my son? I will kill a thousand of them!"    

    

Zhu Rong growled.    

    

As soon as he finished his words, he stretched out his hand and grabbed at Sun Tianjian. Sun Tianjian was shocked, but he didn't have the ability to turn his hand. He was grabbed by Zhu Rong and flew towards the Jing City of Qintang Empire.    

    

Seeing this, Sun Tianjian heaved a sigh of relief in his heart. He had saved his life. Next, a gloating expression appeared on his face. He was afraid that the Jing City was going to start a bloody storm!    

    

"Ning Qi, just wait and see. Let's see who can save you this time."    

    

...    

    

"You said that the person in the portrait is Ning Qi from the Qintang Empire's Dragon Slaying Marquis Mansion?"    

    

Jian Wuxue looked coldly at the middle-aged man who was half-kneeling on the ground. In his hands, there were two portraits. The person in the portraits looked 70% similar to Ning Qi.    

    

"Yes! I dare guarantee with my life!"    

    

The middle-aged man firmly said.    

    

"Good! If it really is him, you will make a great contribution and return to the sect with me in the future. But if it isn't him, you can explain it to Patriarch Blood Fiend yourself. "    

    

Jian Wuxue narrowed his eyes and said.    

    

When the middle-aged man heard Patriarch Blood Fiend's words, his body unconsciously trembled, but he was still very sure of his judgment.    

    

He had been the Hall Master of the Zhezhou Prefecture's Dark Hall for so many years, but he had never misjudged him!    

    

"Ning Qi, humph."    

    

Jian Wuxue looked at the portrait and snorted coldly. His eyes revealed a monstrous killing intent.    

    

...    

    

Qintang Empire.    

    

Jing City.    

    

Dragon Slaying Marquis Mansion.    

    

"Butler Zhao, this is a letter from my master. I hope you can pass it to Dragon Slaying Marquis. Thank you!"    

    

A Peak Grand Battle Master humbly stood in front of Zhao Er and respectfully handed him an invitation letter.    

    

Zhao Er received the invitation letter with a smile. At this time, the other party quietly pushed over a silver note. Zhao Er's eyes swept over it. My goodness, one thousand taels!    

    

This was money that he could never earn in his entire life!    

    

But...    

    

Zhao Er's eyes widened. "What's wrong with you? You want me to make a mistake? I am the dignified butler of Dragon Slaying Marquis Mansion, and I want your money? Take it back!"    

    

"Yes, yes."    

    

This Peak Grand Battle Master had a face full of shame.    

    

The other people who were waiting in line to hand over the invitations all put away the banknotes that were hidden in their hands and looked sympathetically at that person.    

    

Zhao Er cast a glance at him and said, "Don't worry, I will hand over the invitations. In the future, all of you must remember that our Dragon Slaying Marquis Mansion is different from other places, there is no need to lie!"    

    

"Yes, Butler Zhao is right."    

    

"With such a wise and powerful butler, why would we worry about the prosperity of Dragon Slaying Marquis Mansion?"    

    

Waves of flattering words were heard. Zhao Er felt incomparably comfortable in his ears. With a smile on his face, he accepted the invitations one by one.    

0

    

Ever since he came here, his life had been improving day by day. Those people who used to be high and mighty in his eyes were now humbly standing in front of him, afraid of angering him.    

    

All of this was because of one person.    

    

Ning Qi's face appeared in Zhao Er's mind, and a look of admiration appeared on his face.    

    

"Lord Marquis is so young, but he has taken down such a family business. Even the Emperor in Jing City has to give him some face. I admire him, I admire him!"    

    

Zhao Er sighed in his heart.    

    

But at this moment, a furious roar suddenly came from the sky.    

    

"Dragon Slaying Marquis, Ning Qi, you killed my son! Hand over your life now!"    

    

The voice was like rolling thunder, rumbling!    

    

The white clouds in the sky were dispersed by the voice, revealing the blue sky.    

    

"Not good, an enemy is attacking!" Zhao Er quickly turned around and entered the Marquis family. He closed the door tightly and ran towards Ning Qi's courtyard.    

    

In the Imperial Palace.    

    

Qin Zheng raised his head at once and said in shock, "This Qi, this sound, could it be Zhu Rong?!"    

    

Chen Qinyu frowned and said, "That rogue cultivator from Cloud Mist Mountain?"    

    

Qin Zheng nodded and his eyes showed a hint of enlightenment. "Zhu Dazhuang, Zhu Dazhuang, the same surname is Zhu. I did not expect him to be Zhu Rong's son!"    

    

Then Qin Zheng's eyes showed a trace of ruthlessness. "Sun family has a relationship with Zhu Rong, and they kept it a secret. I'm afraid they have some thoughts in their minds."    

    

"Could it be that Sun Tianjian, that old man, wants to rebel?"    

    

Chen Qinyu said in shock.    

    

"Empress, have you forgotten how he left Jing City? I think he is unwilling. Even if it is not a rebellion, he still wants to give our imperial family a fierce blow!"    

    

Qin Zheng coldly harrumphed.    

    

"I heard that Zhu Rong is a Peak of Battle Emperor and has even entered the first stage of the Nine Gates of Life and Death. Emperor, what should we do?"    

    

Chen Qinyu's face revealed a trace of worry as she asked.    

    

"Let's take a look at the situation first."    

    

Qin Zheng frowned and said.    

    

With his opponent's strength, if he wanted to beat him back, he would need to fill in a few legions. This kind of loss, unless absolutely necessary, Qin Zheng would not choose to do so.    

    

Divine Martial Duke's Mansion.    

    

Huangfu Zhengxiao suddenly stood up.    

    

His face revealed a trace of wild joy, "Hahaha, it's Zhu Rong! Ning Qi is finished!"    

    

One after another, experts flew from their respective residences to gather in midair. Not long after that, over twenty Battle Emperor and over a hundred Battle King experts appeared in the sky above Jing City!    

    

Among the hundred or so Battle King, Ning Hongtian had no expression on his face, but an undetectable anticipation flashed across his eyes.