"You finally came!"
At this moment, the King of the North was sitting dejectedly on a stone wall, seemingly waiting for death to come.
Originally, the King in the North, after escaping from the scene, thought he had an army of immortals. He could go back and lie dormant for a few years, and then have a chance to start all over again.
As a result, Ye Feng's control over the Soul Sword was beyond the imagination of the King of the North.
One by one, the living dead were completely transcended and disappeared by the soul power released by Ye Feng.
In just a short moment, the King of the North became a truly polished commander.
Having lost everything, he realized that the situation was over and it was completely over.
So, he simply gave up his escape and waited at the place where he met Ye Feng for the first time.
"I knew you would come again..." the King of the North said insincerely, "so I'm waiting here, the same old place where we met before!"
Ye Feng was too lazy to talk to him and asked coldly: "If you have any last words, tell me! I will try my best to satisfy you!"
The King of the North slowly raised his head, glanced at Ye Feng, and murmured: "After all, I am also the leader of a country, and I am the only member of the race in the North. Can't you just let me go and kill them all?" What!?"
"No!" Ye Feng refused flatly, "If you are not of my race, your heart must be different!"
"You are immortal. If I let you go and let you develop here for tens or hundreds of years, I might create another army of living dead. And if I am gone by then, what should I do? ?”
"Besides, you always think about revenge on all mankind. For the safety of Daxia, how can I tolerate you!?"
Seeing that Ye Feng was well-founded and refused simply and neatly, the King of the North sighed and said helplessly: "I am willing to sign an eternal friendship agreement with Daxia!"
"Besides, I have lost the Soul Sword and can no longer form an army of the living dead..."
"Having said that..." Ye Feng still said indifferently, "You still have to die!"
"Why!?" The King of the North became angry with embarrassment. His posture had been lowered to such a low level, but the other party was actually aggressive and refused to give up a way to survive. "Aren't you, Daxia, a country of etiquette!? Aren't you repaying evil with kindness!? Why doesn't it work when it comes to me!?"
Hearing this, Ye Feng smiled and said, "In Daxia, a country of etiquette, repaying evil with kindness, what does it have to do with me, Ye Feng?"
"My standard of conduct is to eliminate the root cause and avoid future troubles!"
"..." The King of the North was completely speechless. Unexpectedly, this God of War was so incompetent! So unique! ?
"You are the God of War of Great Xia. Your words and deeds represent Great Xia! If you have done so brilliantly, aren't you afraid that for destroying my clan, you will be reviled by future generations and your reputation will be ruined!?"
Seeing that the other party was using future generations to comment on him to create pressure for himself, Ye Feng laughed even louder: "Let future generations comment on your merits and demerits."
"And what I have to do today is to completely solve troubles like you for Daxia!"
Saying that, Ye Feng slowly pulled out the Guiyi Broken Sword that was infused with the Soul Sword.
"I'll use your soul sword to send you on your way!"
When he was really facing death, the King in the North panicked completely.
"No - you can't kill me! You, a little god of war, have no right to decide life and death!"
"I want to go back to Daxia and Yanjing with you, and I want to be treated fairly!"
But before he finished speaking, Ye Feng's sword had already stabbed hard into the chest of the King of the North.
Its soul is also being extracted rapidly and then dissipated.
In just one cup of tea, the huge body of the King of the North was blown away by the wind like smoke.
