C98 He Is Unworthy
C98 He Is Unworthy
He stomped his right foot!
The ground shook.
Tian Han's corpse was directly sent flying. His neck was grabbed by Haotian.
The red flag underneath him was also taken out by Haotian.
"What virtue or ability do you have to dare to put the flag underneath your body?" Haotian looked at Tian Han's corpse with calmness in his eyes, then he threw it on the ground.
After that, he very carefully patted off the dust on the flag and folded it neatly.
"Trash like you, not to mention pressing the flag beneath your body, you are not even qualified to be a person. In your next life, don't be a person. Go to the animal path."
Haotian coldly said as he stepped on Tian Han's face.
Air.
Solidified.
Silence fell upon them once more.
Everyone was shocked.
It is already too much for you to say that you have dug out the other party's corpse.
He even cursed the other party for not being able to be a human in his next life.
This was way too vicious!
What a grudge!
"Benefactor, you are going too far by acting as your benefactor. I don't care what grudges you have with Young Master Tian, but the saying is' the dead is the greatest '."
At this moment, a monk mage walked over and spoke to Haotian with a lecturing tone.
"Humiliating the dead like this is a matter of loss to Yang De. Moreover, your killing intent is too strong, so I advise you to read some Buddhist scriptures and cultivate your mind. Otherwise, a person like you will have to go to hell after death!" The monk's expression was cold as he ordered Haotian.
When the latter heard this.
Without saying anything further, he kicked out.
"Puchi!"
The monk was kicked in the back and flew out, blood spurting out from his mouth.
"Pfft …!" The priest was sent flying on the spot, spitting out blood!
Boom!
A loud sound echoed out.
The monk's body smashed onto the ground, leaving behind a shallow mark.
His breastbone was broken, his face was pale, and he was sweating profusely.
"Bald ass, stop with your hypocrisy. I don't believe in God, and I don't believe in Buddha either." Haotian placed his hands behind his back and stood there with a solemn expression.
His arrogant attitude overlooked tens of thousands of people.
The scene was filled with terror, as deathly still as an empty alley.
"It is true that the dead are great, but he is not worthy of such a funeral!" Haotian looked coldly at Tian Han's cold body.
"I, the border soldiers, kill the enemy to return the country, protect the country and settle the citizens. Every day, I sweat blood, and I don't dare to have a moment of peace. After they die, I at most obtained a red flag to cover my body, and most of them didn't even have a mausoleum."
"And him!"
"Tian Han, a playboy, a person who wastes air even when he is still alive. After death, not only did he enjoy the blessings of tens of thousands of people, he even buried the flag beneath his body in an attempt to seize the country's destiny. What virtue and ability does he have to dream of becoming the next dragon?"
Haotian's gaze was cold, and his voice was like thunder. After which, he turned around and stared at the monk as he asked,
"Also, you bald donkeys, all of you are virtuous and virtuous, but once the country is in danger, all of you will close your doors and go out to avoid disasters." Also, you bald donkeys, all of you, all of you, all of you, will shut your mouths when the time comes to avoid disaster.
"In my opinion, all of you are nothing more than a bunch of hypocritical rotten meat. People like you should go to hell only after death."
Haotian looked at the monk coldly. His tone was sharp!
"Puchi!"
Haotian's body emitted a terrifying aura that seemed to originate from ancient times, and the latter directly spat out a mouthful of blood before fainting on the spot.
"Damn it!"
Behind Haotian, Tian Xiong's gaze was cold as his face turned cold and his voice became as sharp as a knife … he shouted angrily.
"My Tian Clan has dominated the Hsingyi for a hundred years, preaching benevolently to benefit the common people. My son, Tian Han, was humble and polite when he was alive, and treated people warmly. Besides, in this Hsingyi, our Tian Clan is the heavens.
Tian Xiong's voice turned even colder, "You, Adopted Son of Lin Family, have no roots and no leaves. Who do you think you are? What qualifications do you have to talk about my son!"
Tian Xiong's tone was cold. Inside the hall, the temperature dropped abruptly!
His two thousand black clothed bodyguards surrounded Haotian once again.
Things had developed to this point.
Tian Xiong had already reached a point where it was hard to mediate. No matter what, he wouldn't let Haotian leave peacefully.
"Heavens?"
Hearing this, the corner of Haotian's mouth rose again … It revealed a devilish arc.
"All living things in this world are born equal. Your Tian Clan actually dares to call itself a number of days. You are truly arrogant."
"However …"
As he said that, Haotian changed the topic, "Even if you are the sky, a sky that will never fade, so what? I, Haotian, will just shatter it with one hand!"
As he spoke …
Haotian's face turned cold. His right hand clenched into a dragon claw.
Tian Han's corpse that was not far away suddenly throbbed and flew into the hands of the heavens.
Haotian grabbed Tian Han's neck and lifted him up high.
What did he want to do!?
Upon seeing this, everyone was once again overwhelmed with shock.
Everyone was frightened by Haotian's actions.
His facial expression changed drastically.
What was he trying to do?
Could it be that he wanted to destroy the body so that Tian Han didn't even have a complete corpse?
He didn't even have a chance to be reborn?
In the Great Xia, people took care of what happened behind them. The corpse must be intact, otherwise, it would be impossible for it to be reborn after death, so after the death of those who were beheaded, their families would retrieve their heads and sew them up.
"Haotian, child, what are you doing? Quickly put my son's corpse down." Seeing this, Tian Xiong's face turned ferocious and his eyes turned red.
Originally, the white-haired man giving away the black-haired man was already extremely painful on earth. He couldn't accept the fact that his son's body had been destroyed.
When Haotian heard this, he let out a faint smile.
He continued to hold Tian Han's body high, not giving Tian Xiong a chance.
"My North Realm, how many hot-blooded men do you have? Their corpses are all wrapped in horse hide and leather, and their funerals are plain and simple. Yet, you, a useless trash, a playboy trash, dares to be so extravagant? What qualifications do you have?"
Haotian whispered. No one knew who he was questioning.
Then, he grabbed Tian Han's neck with his right hand and used more strength.
Then.
A purple flame shot out from Haotian's palm … It extended from Tian Han's neck to his entire body.
Tian Han's body began to burn. Under this wisp of fire, Tian Han's body started to burn.
Light a fire with his hand?
This method was so terrifying!
Everyone present looked at Haotian as if they had seen a ghost, as if they had seen a ghost!
"Since you do not have the qualifications, I … I shall let you die once more! " Haotian used his right hand once again.
"Crack!"
The sounds of countless seats breaking rang out, as if bones were breaking.
Suddenly, Tian Han's body started to break apart. His flesh and blood had already been burned by the flames. The bones in his entire body scattered like sand and turned into ashes. They scattered on the ground and disappeared with the wind.