I also want to ask, what happened to you Hua Zhiyao!

Hua Changdeng resisted the urge to kill, knowing that there was something weird stuck between them. He suppressed his anger and asked: "Who asked you to throw the ancestor stone carvings... into the fragments of time and space?"

"You!"

Then he saw Hua Zhiyao pointing at himself as a matter of course, muttering something completely inaudible, and finally pulled out the long sword from his waist, lightly slashed into the void, then held up the air on the mark of the stone tablet with both hands, and walked towards it with a smile.

Throw it in the air~

"That's it. I'll do as you told me. Didn't I say I want to catch the traitor?" Hua Zhiyao finished recreating everything just now and stared at the head of the family with some doubts.

Fake?

Ahaha, that's not the case.

In the Yunshan Emperor Realm, who dares to pretend to be the head of the family...

"Well?"

Hua Zhiyao's thoughts froze, his eyes widened and he began to sweat coldly all over his body.

"Huh?" Hua Changdeng said nothing, his lips were closed, leaving only a nasal sound.

With a bang, Hua Zhiyao's whole body trembled, and his knees suddenly hit the ground hard. His whole body seemed to have been drained of blood, and he fell to the ground, as pale as a corpse.

"No, no, it's impossible..."

When Hua Changdeng raised his eyes and cast his cold gaze on the elders behind Hua Zhiyao, the elders noticed something at the same time, and all of them lost their voices in fear and started to tremble.

Bang bang bang!

Not long after, more than ten clan elders knelt in front of the main hall.

It was only at this moment that everyone in Yunshan Temple, including Hua Changdeng, realized that "again", that specious "phantom sword skill", and the "head of the family" who had gone and returned...

It’s not like the head of the family has come back once before.

But the head of the house who came back before is a fake head of the house. If nothing else, it is the little mouse that the head of the house is chasing!

"..."

Huachangdeng is silent.

His silence was deafening.

At this moment, his chest was filled with the most violent murderous intention in thirty years, and he almost wanted to kill everyone in front of him with one sword.

He has thousands of things to say.

He wants to condemn, yell, and explode.

But he knew that the fault was not with these idiots, the fault was with the inertia of thinking and Xu Xiaoshou’s unpredictable nature, and the fault was with himself.

But why...

He had countless "whys" to ask.

Why can’t I see that it’s fake? Why do I still do it even when my ancestors’ stone carvings say I’m going to throw it away? Why can’t I just wait a little longer...

No!

There is no reason!

Hua Changdeng pressed the sword, took a long breath, suppressed the turbulent waves in his heart, and calmly looked at the group of old men kneeling on the ground in front of him.

He was silent for a long time before speaking in a hoarse voice:

"Hua Zhiyao, go to the execution hall yourself to receive your punishment."

Bang bang bang!

Hua Zhiyao, who realized it later, was kowtowing crazily.

He almost smashed his forehead to pieces, and the steps in front of the palace were covered with blood. He burst into tears and was so choked that he couldn't say a word, "I, I..."

There was a clan elder behind him who spoke in a tearful voice for Hua Zhiyao: "Head of the family, he is the elder of the Hall of Punishment."

Hua Changdeng showed no expression on his face: "You will judge by yourself, you will be convicted by yourself, you will be sealed by yourself, and you will be punished by yourself."

Bang bang bang!

Hua Zhiyao was still kowtowing, his heart seemed to hit his throat, and he still couldn't speak human words: "Oh, I..."

A clan elder asked helplessly:

"When will you be charged?"

Hua Changdeng tightened his sword:

"Now, immediately, immediately."

This is a capital crime!

If you lose the stone carvings of your ancestors, how is it possible to survive?

Hua Zhiyao washed his face with blood and tears. While kowtowing, he pulled out the sword from his waist and struck it across his neck.

"No! No!"

Elders from all clans rushed towards him, either stopping Hua Zhiyao or begging Hua Changdeng for mercy. They were all in tears.

The death of the rabbit makes the fox sad.

Today Hua Zhiyao is gone.

The reckoning will be settled in the coming autumn, and those present who do not deny throwing away the stone carvings of their ancestors are all guilty.

It’s not that the family leader is not angry, it’s that the family leader didn’t have time to clean up everything—Hua Zhiyao can’t die!

But Hua Changdeng had a heart as iron as iron and said expressionlessly:

"Last words."

Hua Zhiyao's sword was placed across his neck, and even the elders couldn't hold it down. His neck had been cut and bleeding.

At this moment, his lips were trembling, a lifetime of prosperity and wealth flashed through his mind, and his thoughts became dazed and confused.

He has become delirious.

The so-called last words are nothing more than the things that you have wanted in your life but cannot get.

So before he died, in a daze, Hua Zhiyao said something unexpectedly:

"I have no last words, I just want to ask..."

"That house, head of the house, can I still go to your house tomorrow?"

The elders of all clans were startled, and then felt great fear.

What are you talking about, Hua Zhiyao? Do you think the death is not fast enough or that the master of the family is not cruel enough?

Hua Changdeng was also startled and suddenly laughed angrily.

At this moment, he could only admire the guidance of Xu Xiaoshou's transcendent thoughts.

"Bang!"

Hua Changdeng kicked him with a flying kick.

Hua Zhiyao, who was lying on the ground and realized that he had made a mistake, was kicked directly into his neck with the long sword in his hand, and his whole body was thrown into the air.

The blood streaked across the Zindao Peak, then crashed into the time and space fragments thousands of miles away, unable to even utter a cry.

No one dares to pick up Hua Zhiyuan.

The atmosphere at the entrance of the hall dropped to freezing point, and everyone was shivering and walking on thin ice.

Hua Changdeng closed his eyes in a deep voice: "Xu Xiaoshou, where have you been?"

Xu Xiaoshou?

Only then did everyone realize who the little mouse was.

But for a while, all the elders really couldn't remember who this dead rat was who was toying with the elders of the Yunshan Temple clans to applause.

I just have some impression of where I have heard this name before...

unimportant!

I’ll collect this person’s information later!

Immediately, someone responded: "Wu Rao Emperor Realm! He wants Hua Zhiyao's identity token. He should go to Wu Rao Emperor Realm to escape."

Hua Zhiyao...

It's Hua Zhiyao again...

Hua Zhiyao, death is not a pity!

Hua Changdeng rarely had such a strong impulse to kill, and he even spread Hua Zhiyao's ashes with his own hands.

But after calming down, he realized that if he really killed Hua Zhiyao because of this, Xu Xiaoshou would be able to succeed.

only……
To be continued...