Lang Mao San is the guardian who went into battle.

These two are old rivals. When they came to the Secret Realm, they were both Holy Level 3, and they started fighting to the death. Because the Secret Realm had enough aura, they kept climbing up their cultivation levels, and then they both suffered losses several times in a row, each of them hurting their foundation.

It stops when you reach the ninth level of the Saint level.

There were many battles in succession at the ninth level of the Saint level, and each time both sides suffered losses. Each of them completely destroyed their own foundation, or rather the other's foundation.

As for the ninth-grade saint-level member of the Only Self Orthodox Sect, when he saw the state of his old opponent today and his vitality, he knew that the opponent had recovered.

But this is my chance.

I couldn't be more envious.

The old opponent who was half-dead after being beaten to death has recovered, but there is no hope for him to recover; he is still here as a slave to the opponent...

I was sent out this time, and I didn’t want to go back no matter what.

There is no point in living anymore.

If his old opponent was still as useless as himself, then it wouldn't matter if he lived, it would be a little humiliating at most. However, the opponent's recovery became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

This battle was indeed a crushing victory.

When the master of Weiwo Zhengtong was knocked down by his opponent in the end, he had hoped to open a hole in his opponent's body.

But he gave up.

What’s the point of creating such a traumatic wound without internal injuries?

At the last moment of his life, he said two words to Lang Mao San with envy on his face.

"Congratulations."

Finally passed away suddenly.

Lang Mao San looked at his opponent's body lying quietly on the ground, feeling his heart surge.

It was hard to contain for a while.

There has never been a moment when he knew so clearly how great his progress was. His old opponent, who had always suffered losses every time, was almost effortlessly defeated by him this time.

And all this is because of the captain!

He understood very well what the two words congratulations the other party meant when he was about to die, and he also knew the weight of these two words.

He stood quietly for a while and said with emotion: "...good to go!"

On the other side of the Weiwo Orthodox Sect, looking at the ninth-grade master of the Saint who died in the battle, his eyes were calm with a hint of envy.

Bi Fangdong, took a few steps forward.

Looking at the body of this ninth-level holy master, he flew up and kicked it to pieces.

But when the kick reached halfway, he stopped it and slowly took it back again.

Seeing the faint calmness on the old man's corpse, Bi Fangdong lowered his head.

He leaned down and picked up the body.

Without saying a word, he turned around and left.

…

Fang Che went back with the body of Lang Mao 309.

Lang Ya and others were silently making an ice coffin from the black ice outside.

"He could have been immortal!"

Fang Che still feels aggrieved.

"Boss, your force is enough, your combat power is enough, your resourcefulness is enough, and your ruthlessness towards the enemy is enough."

Wolf Eyes stood aside and hesitated for a long time before saying: "But being cruel to one's own people is not enough. It's far from it!"

Fang Che was silent for a moment and said: "Do you need to be cruel to your own people...?"

"Need! More necessary than cruelty to the enemy!"

The wolf's eyes were heavy and he said: "Those in power must not have mercy. As the old saying goes, mercy cannot lead an army."

"Because the superior's compassion for his own people will cause more of his own people to die."

"A merciful general leads soldiers who may have the least complaints from his soldiers; a cruel general leads soldiers who may have a lot of complaints from his subordinates, but if these two armies meet and fight on a narrow road, those who are defeated and those who die will definitely be the same.

The soldiers of this compassionate general."

"Because soldiers are the most deadly weapons. We are soldiers, and what soldiers face is death. What we face is the cruelest thing in the world. We don't need the kindness of generals, what we need is victory!"

"What we need is for each other to die!"

"No matter how harsh a general is, it is for the sake of victory. There will be deserters under a charitable general, but not under a cruel general."

"I know you are worried about the death of Three Hundred and Nine, but there is no need to do so."

"Because, this is his mission. His death today is also his mission. In fact, head, in a certain way, he died because of you."

Wolf Eyes said.

"Did I kill him?" Fang Che suddenly raised his head and stared.

"Yes. Because since you became the captain, you have been very good at home, and the war has gone smoothly, winning easily every time. This is not a good thing for us."

"If we send someone else to fight today, it's easy to win all five battles. However, that won't work. Blood and death will always be a weapon to alert our own team! We can't change you, so we can only use death to warn ourselves."

A wry smile appeared on Langyan's face: "I said a little too much. Maybe my words were not very appropriate, but the truth is this. Because this battlefield is different from other battlefields. This is the most cruel battlefield in the past and present!

There is no room for anything other than life and death!"

"I understand."

Fang Che nodded slowly.

He felt very heavy.

"After the sacrifice of Lang Mao 309, our Feng family's Xuan Bing heroic spirits have exactly one hundred. They can be sent out."

Wolf Eyes said.

Fang Che turned his head and looked at the stone door wrapped in black ice, where three bowls of wine and three sticks of incense were placed at the door every time he drank.

Even if it is spiritual wine that increases one's cultivation, as long as it is placed there, no one will touch it!

It's always been there.

Until the next drinking session comes, replace it with new wine and light three new sticks of incense.

Because inside, there are ninety-nine ice coffins, lying quietly.

Waiting to return to his hometown cemetery and rest in the arms of his ancestors.

"This is enough for one hundred..."

Fang Che sighed sadly, not knowing what he felt in his heart.

"This is all the information about Wolf Hair 309."

Wolf Eyes handed out a piece of paper.

Fang Che took it silently.

Langyan lowered his head, remained silent for a moment, and said: "Three hundred and nine, he is my son. His name is Feng Changzhong. I gave it to him."

After saying this, Wolf Eyes lowered his head and backed away.

Fang Che couldn't see his face and couldn't be sure whether there were tears on his face.

He only felt his heart being knocked hard.
Chapter completed!