Peerless Daoist

Seeing that the Barbarian Army did not move, King Yong pointed to Lu Yu and shouted loudly, "Grab him!"

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Jinyi Longwei drew his sword, but suddenly, Lu Yu disappeared in front of them.

The next moment, Lu Yu came to King Yong and slapped King Yong hard.

Snapped!

A crisp sound resounded in all directions.

King Yong's face was severely slapped, and he looked at Lu Yu in disbelief: "You dare to hit me?"

Lu Yu grabbed King Yong by the collar, raised his hand and pressed him in front of a corpse.

Looking at the corpses all over the floor, a layer of cold sweat oozes out of King Yong's forehead.

"It seems that you have been pampered for a long time, and you have forgotten how the world of this Great Yu was conquered."

Lu Yu said: "Have you seen these dead bodies? They are also the pillars of many families. They are husbands, sons, and fathers. In order to drive away Tang Jun, they rushed here from the far-flung frontier."

"Now they died in battle, and they didn't even leave their bodies. I heard that the Barbarian Army has been in arrears for a long time. Now that they are dead in battle, will the imperial court give you a pension! Will your Zhao family give you a pension! They Who are you fighting for? And what have you given them?"

Many Barbarian Army soldiers surrounded quietly, and some people were already in tears.

Even the group of brocade dragon guards who were responsible for protecting King Yong did not act at this time, staring blankly at everything in front of them.

"Is your status very noble? Without this group of soldiers fighting the enemy on the front line, what is your Zhao royal family! You can not participate in the war, you can even collude with Tang Tianchao to protect yourself and I can turn a blind eye. But you dare to block today. In front of the army, use your status as a prince to insult the sergeants and those who protect you! What are you! What qualifications do you have to insult them!"

All the soldiers couldn't help roaring.

They have indeed been held back for a long time. From the moment they arrived, the local army has been suppressed and excluded, and many people went into battle under pressure.

King Yong blushed when he was told, he gritted his teeth and said, "This king... this king..."

There was a lot of anger in his heart, but he couldn't refute Lu Yu.

Lu Yu raised his head and stared at King Yong coldly: "Lord, Governor of Dongsheng, Lu Yu, if you want to impeach me, or seek revenge from me, it's up to you."

After hearing this, King Yong sat down on the ground, his face suddenly pale.

At this moment, King Yong, the anger in his heart has long since subsided, leaving only infinite fear.

He never thought that the young man in front of him was actually Lu Yu!

Even King Zhao Tong of Qi was killed by Lu Yu. He, a prince who did not even have military power, was nothing in front of Lu Yu.

"Lu Yu... No, Mr. Lu, I, I, I was wrong!" King Yong was so frightened that his whole body was trembling, and his voice was trembling.

The servants who had yelled at Lu Yu before also quickly knelt on the ground, not daring to lift their heads.

Although they were far away from the battlefield, the legends about Lu Yu were often heard.

In the eyes of these people, Lu Yu is a god of killing.

He can even contradict the current emperor Zhao Yuanyan, and even killed Xu Yingwu, the imperial envoy sent by Zhao Yuanyan, and wanting to kill them is just a matter of snapping his fingers.

"Go away! I don't have time to pay attention to you!" Lu Yu said coldly.

King Yong took the people and fled in embarrassment.

He didn't dare to stop at all, for fear that Lu Yu would change his mind and have the idea of ​​killing him.