The soldiers around held their breath and wanted to remind the few who were talking.

But I don't want them to stretch out their hands, that Huo Xiang, who is riding over, has already stabbed the five talking people to death with a single sword.

"Give the prince a peace of mind, if you let the prince know that you have different intentions, kill without mercy!"

Huo Xiang's expression was cold and blood was dripping from the tip of the long sword in his hand.

Drop by drop, it fell on the mud, and finally slid into the dark mud silently.

Whether it was the soldiers on foot or the cavalry on horseback, they bowed their heads when they saw this scene, and even breathed much lighter.

They didn't expect that the third prince would be so cruel that they could not help but kill five soldiers.

At the same time, they were also thankful that they hadn't spoken just now, otherwise they would have died.

"Have you heard?" Huo Xiang shouted angrily.

"I heard it!" the soldiers replied repeatedly.

Huo Xiang nodded in satisfaction, pointed his sword at the five corpses lying on the ground, "Clean up and continue on the road."

Immediately several soldiers came forward and disposed of the five corpses.

This scene made many soldiers shudder in their hearts, and they felt a lot of peace on the next road. They only rushed on, not even daring to say a word.

Huo Xiang was very satisfied with the results. Obviously, the previous killing of chickens and monkeys was effective.

In Huo Xiang's eyes, it was just five small soldiers who died when they died.

Compared with his magnificent contribution to destroying Qinglongzhai, and ascending the throne as emperor, it is nothing to mention.

Huo Xiang looked at the dense forests on both sides, and his inner ambition grew stronger.

It won’t take long for him to become the Ninth Five-Year Lord, the most noble person in the world.

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"Report--"

"Tell the village owner that a group of people from the northwest are coming towards the foot of Ganshan Mountain!"

The dark-skinned bandit was knelt on the ground with a long knife in his hand, reporting in full anger.

Rong Huang was leaning on the top chair as if he was boneless, and he only responded in a low voice, "I see, I will report on the situation every other incense stick."

"Yes!"

The mountain bandit's eyes were astonishingly bright, and his eyes were full of convincing when he looked at Rong Huang.

At first, when Rong Huang arranged the preparations for the battle, everyone held an attitude of distrust. Even if she was good at it, it didn't mean that she could be better than the previous village master in fighting.

But later, Rong Huang's series of arrangements let them know what is called face beating and what is called true fragrance.

From the foot of the mountain to five miles away from Qinglong Village, there are hidden murderous intents everywhere.

Not to mention the spying in all directions, they have a clear control of the entire Ganshan, even ten miles beyond Ganshan.

Even if tens of thousands of people come over, they will not be able to attack!

After seeing Rong Huang's power, they were convinced of Rong Huang's heart.

The strong is respected.

This truth is outdated no matter which world it is.

A faint breeze engulfed the heat on Rong Huang's face, and Rong Huang couldn't help but frowned. He opened his cozy, half-squinted eyes, and gave Wang Guang a stern look.

Rong Huang snatched the pu fan in Wang Guang's hand, muttering "It's really useless" in his mouth, and then fanned the wind by himself.

In general, Qinglongzhai is quite a summer escape, but there is no shelter around the place where Rong Huang is sitting, directly exposing Rong Huang to the sun.

Rong Huang felt that she was about to become a little phoenix that was roasted.

Oh, God doesn’t pity her little cutie at all.