All-people lord: My god general comes from ancient China

One blow after another, each one carried an overwhelming momentum, leaving Wind Wing King with no power to fight back. The wounds on his body kept bursting open, blood splattered, and the ground beneath him was dyed blood red.

Seeing this scene, all the kings around were stunned.

Shui Qinglan's beautiful eyes opened wide, and her originally lively eyes were now filled with shock.

She bit her lower lip with her pearly teeth and muttered to herself, unable to believe that the familiar yet unfamiliar Jiang Yu in front of her could summon such a powerful being and break the boundaries of their perception of strength.

Has there been any change in Jiang Yu's talent?

Luo Yucheng stood there in a daze, his hands unconsciously clenched into fists, his Adam's apple rolling up and down, as if he wanted to swallow saliva to ease the shock in his heart, but his throat was very dry. He could never have imagined that the situation could be turned around so easily by Jiang Yu.

Mo Lan Shiyun's black robe swayed gently in the wind. Her usually cold face was now disturbed. A trace of panic flashed across her usually calm eyes, which was then replaced by endless surprise. She subconsciously took a step forward, as if this way she could witness this shocking moment from closer range.

Yu Qiu clasped his hands across his chest, but they were trembling slightly due to shock. His eyes, which had been narrowed, widened wide and he stared at the battlefield, as if he wanted to imprint this scene in his heart.

Zhao Cangqiong's body shook violently, his usual calmness disappeared in an instant, his eyes widened like bells, his face was full of disbelief, his hands, which were originally behind his back, dropped subconsciously, his lips opened and closed slightly, but he couldn't utter a word for a long time.

Although he felt it was incredible when Jiang Yu defeated Xing Lan.

But the current Jiang Yu made him feel even more incredible.

King Jin no longer had any sense of urgency at all. He leaned forward, resting his hands on his knees, with a serious expression. He stared at Sun Wukong's every move, his eyes full of shock and excitement.

The corners of King Yu's mouth twitched slightly, and his usually proud head lowered unconsciously at this moment, as if he was examining his own strength.

The black mist surrounding Dark Hades began to fluctuate due to shock, and it took a long time for him to recover.

On the enemy side.

Taiqing Immortal King was suspended in the clouds, the immortal light around him dimmed, and he could no longer maintain his original immortal image. He had a look of shock on his face, and his eyes shifted back and forth between Sun Wukong and Jiang Yu.

The black robe of the Ghost King of Hell rustled, the ghost energy around him was disordered, and his dark green eyes were full of fear. He could never have imagined that a battle that he thought was a sure win would completely change its course because of the sudden appearance of Sun Wukong.

"Feng Yi, what are you doing!" Ghost King roared loudly.

He couldn't even defeat a creature summoned by the Human King. He is so useless!
At this time, King Fengyi was kneeling on the ground, breathing heavily, his body was covered with scars of varying depths, blood flowed out of the wounds, dyeing the ground beneath him bright red.

His originally arrogant and domineering gaze was now filled with shock and horror.

His eyes were wide open, as if their eyeballs were about to pop out of their sockets, as he stared straight at the monkey in front of him who was holding an ordinary iron rod and had beaten him to the point where he had no power to fight back.

Scenes of past battles kept surging in his mind. Ever since he embarked on the path of cultivation, he had overcome all obstacles along the way. With the strength of level 27, he had established a firm foothold in the core area where thousands of races gathered and became a king. He had never suffered such humiliation and been suppressed and beaten so easily.

"hateful……"

The Wind Wing King's breathing was rapid and disordered, his chest heaving violently, and every breath seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

He clenched his hands subconsciously, then slowly loosened them, his fingers trembling slightly, filled with anger and unable to control his fear.

He couldn't figure out what kind of existence this monkey that came out of nowhere was and why it had such terrifying combat power. Before the battle began, he was still confident in his own strength and thought he could easily crush Jiang Yu in front of him.

But now, everything has come to nothing. The wind-based spiritual power that he was so proud of was as fragile as thin paper in front of Sun Wukong and was torn apart easily.

King Fengyi opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but his throat was dry and no sound came out.

He looked at the iron rod that Sun Wukong raised again, and a despair he had never felt before surged in his heart.

He had never doubted his own strength so deeply as he did at this moment, and he had never felt death so close as he did at this moment.

At this moment, Immortal King Taiqing stood on the clouds, his face as gloomy as the sky before a storm.

He watched helplessly as the Wind Winged King was beaten by Sun Wukong without any resistance and fell into a desperate situation, feeling helpless.

After hesitating for a moment, he raised his right hand, put his index finger and middle finger together, and flicked it lightly. A streak of soft white light shot out from his fingertips, like a nimble dragon, instantly wrapping up the Wind Wing King, and then quickly retracting it.

In the blink of an eye, Wind Wing King was brought to the side of Taiqing Immortal King.

"There is no other way, let's retreat." Taiqing Immortal King spoke in a low voice, full of unwillingness.

He knew very well that their interception mission had already failed this time, and if they continued fighting like this, King Fengyi would most likely die here. The loss of a great general was a price that their Ten Thousand Races camp could not afford.

Following an order from Immortal King Taiqing, the soldiers of the Ten Thousand Races camp began to retreat in an orderly manner.

The originally neatly arranged and aggressive formation was instantly scattered, and the immortal warriors turned around and fled in the direction they came from. For a moment, the sounds of horse hooves and footsteps intertwined, raising a large amount of dust.

The human race watched the retreating backs of all races and did not choose to pursue.

The crowd in mid-air erupted in deafening cheers, the sound reaching the sky, as if to convey the joy of victory to every corner of the world.

Everyone waved their weapons excitedly, with irrepressible smiles on their faces.

"It's incredible." Luo Yucheng stood in the crowd, his chest heaving slightly, and said excitedly.

He looked at the myriad races going away, then turned to look at Jiang Yu, his eyes full of admiration and appreciation.

"Yes, Jiang Yu... has become a lot stronger." Shui Qinglan's beautiful eyes moved around with a sweet smile on her face, her eyes full of pride and joy for Jiang Yu.

Next, Jiang Yu and his team did not slack off at all. They quickly organized the team and rushed towards the location of Shui Qinglan and Luo Yucheng.

Soon, the two teams successfully met up, and everyone nodded to each other, with tacit understanding and trust in their eyes.

Because they were worried that the Ten Thousand Races would make a comeback, they did not rush to chat and greet each other.

Jiang Yu gave a few brief instructions and then led everyone to move quickly towards the territory.

Along the way, everyone observed their surroundings vigilantly and maintained a high level of alert at all times. Only when they arrived safely at the territory did their tense nerves relax a little. (End of this chapter)