Super Wealthy Slap in the face System

Liang Zijian gazed in the direction where Ding Hao had left. His expression changed slightly. The thirteen cities were occupied by the rebels. The purpose of Ding Hao's trip to those cities was unusual.    

    

"Trying to touch my granary so quickly? My wealth is exposed in front of everyone's eyes. A stupid person like you shouldn't have lived in this world. I'll use you as my farewell gift. " Liang Zijian's face darkened. He gritted his teeth and thought to himself.    

    

After that, Liang Zijian disappeared from the tower and shot into the distance.    

    

The 13 cities of Black Radiance City, Black Radiance City. This was the largest city at the border of the Iron Wood Kingdom. It had become the capital of the rebel army, the City Lord's Mansion. A few men in plain-armor raised their wine glasses and chatted. There were singers dancing in the hall. The few of them drank and ate while appreciating the women dancing. Beside each of them sat a woman in pink clothing who served and poured wine.    

    

On the seat above was a young man in yellow. His eyes flashed with a trace of disdain. He drank alone and did not talk to the people below. However, the people below did not care. They couldn't afford to offend this young man, so they just wanted to eat and have fun.    

    

"Third-generation, when are we going to lead the army and take down a city? Brothers are waiting to have a wife." A dark skinned man's face revealed a bit of a wine-red color as he grinned and said.    

    

"Yang Lin, didn't I tell you? Now, you have to call me the substitute king. We are now the upper echelons of a country. How can we still use the same name as before? " The middle-aged man in black casual armor frowned, his tone somewhat impatient. He said in a deep voice.    

    

When Yang Lin heard the middle-aged man's words, he stretched out his hand and scratched his head. After pondering for a moment, he said, "Yes, you are now the acting king, acting king. Other than our brothers who desire to attack the next city... We are starting to ask for Spirit Stone and gold again. Shouldn't we take action now? "    

    

The middle-aged man in black armor frowned, and his face revealed a worried expression. He raised his head and looked at the young man sitting at the top. After thinking for a moment, he asked, "Brother Ye, when do you think we can proceed to the next step?"    

    

Yellow-clothed Youth raised his glass and took a sip. With an indifferent expression, he said, "I don't want to stay here for too long. Tomorrow, we will attack the next city. We will create another million refugees and I will go back."    

    

After hearing Yellow-clothed Youth's words, a look of joy appeared on his face. He looked around at his comrades and said, "Do you hear me clearly? When we go back tonight, tell our brothers to prepare. Tomorrow, we will attack the city."    

    

When the rest of them heard this, they were overjoyed. They were able to force their way through the city because of Yellow-clothed Youth's help. As long as Yellow-clothed Youth was here, they would be able to win.    

    

Every time they attacked the city, it meant that they could freely squander the wealth in the city, as well as take everything and people in the city. To them, this was the best thing to do.    

    

They had already discussed this beforehand. After Yellow-clothed Youth left, they would stop and find a remote place to live. This way, they would be able to enjoy the rest of their lives, and they would be able to ensure their safety for the rest of their lives. So, why not?    

    

Originally, they were just ordinary villagers of the village. Who would have thought that they would be able to lead an army to occupy the city and enjoy the treatment of an emperor? Their personal desires had long occupied their minds.    

    

"Then we will return to the military camp and inform them now." Someone stood up and said.    

    

"Go" Dai San nodded and said.    

    

"Attacking the city, one million refugees, what you say is really casual. It seems like you have long forgotten your duty." A calm voice sounded from outside the door.    

    

When Dai Sanba and the others heard this voice, they were all slightly stunned. Everyone stood up and looked towards the door. A pitch-black figure slowly walked in and used the lights inside to see the person's appearance clearly.    

    

"Where did this bad boy come from? Guards, catch him!" The third-in-command's face darkened, and he shouted in a low voice.    

    

"There's no need to shout anymore. It's useless even if you shout until your throat breaks. Besides this place, everyone else in this prefecture has already fallen to the ground." Ding Hao said with a calm expression.    

    

The pupils of the few of them constricted. One of the middle-aged men with a violent temper pulled out his sword from his waist and rushed towards Ding Hao. He shouted, "bad boy, do you think this is a place where you can enter as you please?"    

    

When the middle-aged man rushed in front of Ding Hao with his sword, there was a clang.    

    

The middle-aged man's body paused, and he stood motionless on the spot. The sword in his hand fell to the ground. When Ding Hao gently patted the man's shoulder, the middle-aged man fell to the ground in the direction of the slap.    

    

When the rest of the people in the room saw this scene, their expressions changed dramatically. They did not see the young man in front of them make a move just now. It should be said that they were not even sure if this young man had made a move. However, their companion had fallen to the ground, dead. This was a technique that only Immortals could do.    

    

The third-grade substitute turned around and looked at Yellow-clothed Youth. This young man who had intruded into the prefecture was obviously not someone they could afford to offend. They could only place their hopes on this Yellow-clothed Youth. It was said that he was an immortal of a certain sect. He was so powerful.    

    

During this period of time, the third-in-command had regarded him as a god. As long as he was here, there was nothing to be afraid of.    

    

Yellow-clothed Youth also stood up from his seat and walked towards the third-ranked genius. His eyes were staring straight at Ding Hao, and his eyes were shining brightly. He said in a deep voice, "First Cycle of Celestial Yin Stage Cultivation, your strength is not bad."    

    

Ding Hao also sized up the young man in front of him and said in a cold voice, "So the mastermind behind this is you. If I'm not wrong, you should be sent by Sanyang Sect."    

    

Yellow-clothed Youth frowned slightly and the corner of his mouth curled up, forming an arc in the air. A cold smile emerged on his face and he said in a flat tone, "Be careful of what comes out of your mouth. Talking nonsense will affect the balance of the Eastern Domain."    

    

Ding Hao's eyes were focused. He said with a calm expression, "It doesn't matter who you are. As long as we get rid of you, those refugees won't be born again."    

    

"What a big tone. I would like to see if you have such capability." Yellow-clothed Youth sneered and said.    

    

Yellow-clothed Youth raised his right hand and a dancing orange flame appeared on his index finger. A proud look appeared on his face and he said slowly, "I don't need to use magic to deal with you. I'll let you experience the power of Destiny Genuine Fire."    

    

Ding Hao rolled his eyes slightly and froze on the spot when he saw this scene. A smile that couldn't be suppressed appeared on his face, and his eyes were filled with disdain. He said with a smile, "What a coincidence. You are also an alchemist, but isn't the orange flame too inferior?"    

    

After saying that, Ding Hao circulated the Genuine Qi in his body and circulated the Boundless Qi Circulation. He used the same magic technique to hide the color of the Destiny Genuine Fire, and a wisp of red flame appeared on his index finger.    

    

When the red flame was exposed to the air, the orange flame on Yellow-clothed Youth's index finger clearly jumped. Its aura instantly became much lower, as if it felt inferior because of the difference in the level of the Destiny Genuine Fire.    

    

"Sorry, I am also an alchemist. Your Destiny Genuine Fire is so much lower than my Destiny Genuine Fire, and you still have the nerve to take it out and embarrass yourself. Is it to give you courage in the end? " A mocking smile appeared on Ding Hao's face as he spoke slowly.    

    

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