The Dominance of Martial Arts: Starting from the Tiger Roaring Golden Bell

Chapter 330: The Path to Immortality, Slave Field Shock

In the tent, a human face formed by flames opened and closed its mouth.

“It’s not possible for now, after all, only two gods have appeared so far.

Brother Qin, I have told you so much because I hope you will not be impatient and wait patiently.

Everything that is happening now is in line with our plan.

In a few days, the Hao Clan will surely let us out."

Qin Zhiming smiled slightly:
"Are you sure? The Hao Ci who appeared today is not easy to deal with. What is his origin?"

"Him? He is indeed difficult to deal with.

Haoyang had asked him to handle some things before, and the results of each matter made Haoyang very satisfied.

However, many members of the tribe could not accept this process and thought he was too cruel.

So much so that under the joint condemnation of the tribesmen, Haoyang had no choice but to keep him away from the Hao clan and station him in a tribe far away from the Hao clan.

Just in case, we asked our companions in that tribe to find an opportunity to attack him.

The last time I heard from them was about ten days ago.

Now it seems that they are probably all dead.

Otherwise, Haoci would not have appeared here.

But it doesn’t matter, someone will deal with him.”

Not long after, Hao Luo, who had finished chatting with Qin Zhiming, signaled to the young woman next to him to cancel her talent.

The pretty young woman waved her hand, and the human face made of flames in the fire pit disappeared.

"Thanks, you can go help others now."

The young woman nodded and put her fingers into the flames.

As flames lit up at her fingertips, her body suddenly exploded, turning into countless sparks that flew into the flames.

Looking at the swaying flames in the fire pit, Hao Luo muttered to himself:
"Why do you get dazed when you hear a story?"

Hao Luo didn't believe that just a story could make Qin Zhiming lose his mind. There must be other reasons for his loss of mind.

His intuition told him that Qin Zhiming's loss of consciousness was related to his becoming an immortal.

Inside the tent, Qin Zhiming, with the flames reflected in his pupils, was filled with thoughts.

Hao Luo guessed correctly that his loss of consciousness was indeed related to his becoming an immortal.

The moment Qin Zhiming finished listening to the story, a new thought came to his mind.

However, he still needs time to verify this idea.

If his thoughts come true, he will be very close to becoming an immortal.

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It was late at night, and the slave farm, which should have been plunged into darkness, was filled with countless flames.

The slaves huddled together, looking at the warriors in front of them holding axes in confusion.

The sharp axe blade reflecting the firelight made everyone realize that something was wrong.

"Be quiet within three breaths, otherwise, I will kill a hundred people."

In the noisy slave farm, the only sound left in an instant was the sound of heavy breathing.

"All the slaves who are involved in delivering goods outside the city these days, come out!"

Cao'er in the crowd frowned and wanted to step forward.

"Brother Cao, you will die!"

The girl holding Cao'er lowered her voice, tears in her eyes.

“If you don’t go, you will die.

Stone, go."

Cao'er patted Shitou's shoulder, and the two of them squeezed through the crowd and walked towards the soldiers.

"Master, we two have participated in the work."

In addition to the two of them, more than a dozen people who walked out of the crowd also said that they had participated in the delivery work.

The leading warrior, wearing heavy white jade armor, looked at them with admiration.

“Yes, very obedient.

Where are the others? Why haven’t they come out yet? "

As soon as the soldier finished speaking, dozens of people came out one after another.

The soldier frowned upon seeing this:

"Come out within fifteen breaths, otherwise you know the consequences." Hearing this, dozens of slaves walked towards Cao'er and others with hesitation, fear and doubt.

After fifteen breaths, the soldier signaled his men with his eyes to check the number of people.

Then, the soldier sneered when he heard his men's answer.

“Three hundred people were responsible for delivering the goods, so why are there only one hundred and forty-three people here?
What about the rest? Are they all dead?!"

The slaves trembled because they knew someone was going to die.

“You guys should know who didn’t stand up?
Go find them all for me. If you find them all, you will be rewarded. If you don’t find them all, you will die.”

Wow!
One hundred and forty-three slaves rushed forward and rushed into the crowd.

As long as they wanted to capture someone, the slaves would come forward to help. They didn't want to be implicated in this matter.

At this time, a slave narrowed his eyes, took a deep breath, and grabbed Dalin's arm.

"You! Come out with me!"

The slave's hand was like a hot iron, burning Dalin so much that he opened his eyes and mouth wide, and suddenly shook the slave away with force.

"What nonsense are you talking about?! I've been working in the stables! I haven't been delivering any goods!"

The slave panted, his eyes red, and grinned:
"I told you to go! And you went!"

The slaves next to him immediately understood what he meant.

He wanted to take this opportunity to kill Dalin.

In a flash, countless punches and kicks hit Dalin.

Dalin reacted quickly, grabbing his hands above his head and protecting his head with his arms.

"You're mistaken! I'm not! I didn't!"

Although he was stronger than the slaves around him, he could not help but move slowly towards the outside of the crowd under the pushing, pulling and tugging of the crowd.

His companions who lived in the same shed wanted to help, but there were too many slaves blocking their way.

The human wall formed by these slaves separated them from Dalin, and they could only watch Dalin being carried forward by the crowd.

Just as the slave in charge of capturing people was pulling Dalin away from the crowd, a hand suddenly grabbed his arm.

"Let him go, he never made any delivery."

Everyone turned their heads and saw an expressionless young man wrapped in sackcloth.

"Cao'er, he bullied you too!"

Cao'er ignored what others said and kicked Dalin in the abdomen.

The huge force caused Dalin to take several steps back and fall into the crowd.

"Do you think you can fool the master? Don't forget, we all left our portraits and names with the master before we started working.

If, by some chance, you don't match up, will the master let you go?"

The slave who slandered Dalin hesitated, looking at Cao'er and then at Dalin who stood up.

"Let's just pretend this never happened, what do you think, Dalin?"

Dalin, with a bruised face, nodded quickly:

"I fell and got myself into this situation."

The slave sighed and nodded heavily: "I'll listen to you."

Cao'er patted his shoulder and said, "Go find someone else."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly reached out and grabbed a slave who was hiding behind someone else.

"Get out of here!"

Half an hour later, the three hundred slaves involved in the delivery all stood in front of the soldiers.

They stood on two sides, one side was the 143 slaves who came out first, and the other side was the 157 slaves who were captured.

"It took quite some time, so I'll make it short and kill thirty people first."

Stab it!

The warriors took a few steps forward, raised their axes, and chopped at the 157 slaves.

Dozens of heads flew up in the flames.

The spurting blood turned into blood rain.

The slaves, drenched in blood, dared not move or make a sound.

"Did we kill too many? Never mind, we'll just kill them."

The soldier took the stack of portraits handed over by his men:
"Xiaochuang! Hui'er! Liangzi!..."

After reading the eighty-six names on the portrait in his hand, the soldier smiled:
"You are so brave to lie to the master. Step forward now."

(End of this chapter)