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Qiao Shanxing was crouched in the corner. Battles of this level were completely beyond his reach; even the overflowing gusts of wind could be lethal.

When he saw Mito Junichi and Lin Xijue kill Diouf with such brutally bloody methods, even Qiao Shanxing’s tough mind couldn’t help but feel nauseated!

The room was filled with a heavy smell of blood that made one want to vomit.

"What do we do next" Qiao Shanxing asked. This was the first time he had experienced killing up close, and Wang Zheng’s subordinates killed like they were slaughtering chickens; it was cold-blooded enough to make one's heart tremble!

No one felt like dealing with him. Mito Junichi was treating his wounds while Lin Xijue checked Diouf’s corpse.

Matrazi and the others clearly heard Diouf’s cries of agony from outside the door. They knew something was seriously wrong!

The enemy had separated them and surrounded them, then picked them off one by one!

Diouf might not have been their strongest fighter, but he was definitely the most ruthless. The fact that such a ruthless person had met his end made the remaining elder leaders feel chills.

No matter how hard they pounded on it, the iron door remained immovable!

"What do we do now" Pepes asked in a low voice; his face looked rather grim. One of their strongest warriors had already fallen before the seven elders even made a move—no one’s mood was relaxed at this moment.

The eldest, Matrazi, pondered and said, "What if the Evil King is inside"

Is the Evil King inside This was almost everyone's shared doubt!

If he was there, they would have to unite six people and fight with everything they had; otherwise, who could possibly have killed Diouf

At this moment, they no longer had the confidence they once did!

To verify what Mattiacci said, at that very instant, a tightly closed iron door creaked open. Along with it came an overwhelmingly pungent smell of blood!

"Diouf is dead!" Upon seeing Diouf lying on the ground, Mattiacci clearly saw that all the blood was coming from him.

"Don't go in!" With a quick reflex, Claudio grabbed hold of Mattiacci who was about to step inside. "Have you forgotten how Diouf died Quickly exit this room!"

Although Claudio was usually cunning and sinister, his intuition was extremely sharp. After Diouf's death, he sensed the danger in the room and felt that staying any longer would lead to an unforeseen disaster!

"Since you've come, don't think about leaving," a calm voice sounded at the end of the villa passage.

Due to it being nighttime, the lights in the corridor were off. But with the light from this side, the senior elders of the Ideal Nation could vaguely see the figure that seemed to be coming from hell.

There was no aura of evil or killing intent, but the presence of that figure gave them a suffocating feeling!

Lou Qi looked at the figure with a complicated expression flashing in her beautiful eyes. Even more complex than her expression was Pepis'. The old man's hands were involuntarily shaking.

"Eastern Evil King" Claudio tried to ask, tightening his grip on the short sword in his hand.

"Dinatale is indeed generous; he sent out seven senior elders at once. It seems this guy's recent confidence has reached its peak. Such a great gift, if I don't accept it, won't that be too disrespectful to him"

King Zheng smiled and stepped out of the shadows one step at a time without deliberately concealing his face.

"Spread out, quickly spread out! He's only one person!" The passage was narrow; with several people crowded here, they couldn't take action. Not only could their numerical advantage not be utilized, but they would also be vulnerable to the Evil King's attacks one by one. Thus, Mattiacci gave this order.

Upon hearing this, Pepis and others quickly retreated!

Mattarella calculated wisely. He knew that the Demon King excelled at assassination and that, in a direct confrontation, his strength was not much higher than that of the grand elders present. With seven people—no, six—the Demon King could be worn down through attrition!

"Mattarella, if you ever make it back, tell Dinaterre that I took his life."

"Demon King, how dare you blaspheme against the majesty of Lord God! We will destroy you today!" Mattarella gripped his staff tightly.

Mattarella did not receive the response he wanted. At this moment, Wang Zheng's slowly advancing figure suddenly became blurry to him; he thought it was a trick of the light. But in the next second, he felt an icy chill rushing towards his chest!

This chill carried an incredibly sharp intent, as if it could pierce through anything.

Mattarella had extensive combat experience and immediately knew that Wang Zheng was the one making the move. Instinctively, he judged the attack's position and blocked with his staff levelled across his chest!

Clang! A crisp sound of impact rang out!

The three-edged bayonet in Wang Zheng’s hand collided with Mattarella's metal staff.

Mattarella, the oldest grand elder of the Ideal Nation, had judged Wang Zheng's attack point perfectly. If he had moved his guard up or down by two centimeters, Wang Zheng's bayonet would have pierced through his heart!

"Let me show you today that arrogance leads to a bad end!"

Wang Zheng’s arm suddenly pushed forward another five centimeters; Mattarella felt immense pressure from the tip of the bayonet and clenched his teeth, as his arm had gone numb from the force just now.

The passage was too narrow for Claudio and others behind Mattarella to utilize their numerical advantage. They could only watch helplessly as Mattarella endured the Demon King's fierce attacks!

Mattarella wanted to retract his staff, switch from defense to offense, but Wang Zheng continued applying pressure. If he dared to move the staff away, then in the next second, the three-edged bayonet would pierce through him front-to-back—freezing him to death!

At this moment, a barely noticeable black light suddenly blazed from Wang Zheng's left hand!

Tiger Fang Combat Knife, unsheathed!

Even under the dim light, Matteucci's eyes were pricked because he couldn't effectively defend himself.

His cane was still struggling against the tri-point combat knife and could not divert any attention.

Both hands performing two different attacks simultaneously!

In this moment, the highly self-opinionated Matteucci finally felt the immense gap between him and Wang Zheng—the chasm seemed unbridgeable.

"Swoosh!"

Matteucci's four fingers were cleanly severed by the Tiger Fang Combat Knife! Blood stained the wall.

"Ahh!"

Matteucci instinctively let out a pained roar!

Then, without any finesse, the tri-point combat knife was thrust into Matteucci's sternum.

Splat!

It seemed to Matteucci that his heart was being pierced and burst open.

Wang Zheng twisted his wrist and stirred vigorously, instantly turning Matteucci's heart into a mess of flesh.

After two moves, the eldest elder of Ideological Realm, Matteucci, died.hot on the spot!"Hearing this, a cold light flashed in Wang Zheng’s eyes while Zhang Mingqi's face turned deathly pale.Finally, Han Tuosu couldn't hold back his fiery temper: "I’m Commander-in-Chief o...