Destined Martial God

In the face of punishment for kneeling down on one knee, Yu Haoran neither returned the greeting nor indicated for him to stand up. Instead, he directly sat on the chair to the west and indicated to Qi Li Yong to look at his tea.    

At the same time, he secretly informed the Tower Spirit, asking him to use the Possessing Technique in order to face the upcoming battle.    

As he drank tea, he closed his eyes to rest!    

Until Tu Xing's breathing gradually grew heavier and the veins on his temples started to bulge, Yu Haoran suddenly put down the teacup in his hand and calmly indicated.    

"Stand up!"    

The anger churning in his heart had been suppressed to the limit.    

Just as it was about to explode, Yu Haoran suddenly opened his mouth and signalled for it.    

"Aiya, Lord Tu is already vomiting blood, so he must be gravely ill."    

Seeing the torturous slaughter being carried out because of forcefully suppressing the anger in his heart, Yu Haoran immediately came to a conclusion in shock.    

Then he deliberately put on a relieved expression.    

"As the supervisor of a city's military affairs, not only does it require a high level of cultivation, it also requires a unique vision and the ability to adapt to any situation."    

"From the time this Prince Consort appeared in the meeting hall to the time he questioned me just now, about ten minutes had passed."    

"During this period of time, Lord Tu has been sitting there in silence. What does this mean?"    

Raising his head to look at Tu Xing, Yu Haoran's expression became serious, and his tone became even more serious.    

"It means that Lord Tu is either blind and deaf, and is unable to hear the greetings and greetings from Mayor Lan and General Qi."    

"Either Sir Tu's reaction is too slow, or he only reacted when This Prince Consort shouted his question."    

"But no matter what kind of situation it might be, this Prince Consort does not think that Lord Tu is suitable to remain in Tiny Mountain City as the supervisor."    

"So, this prince consort intends to report to the imperial government and explain the reality of His Majesty Tu's situation and leave it to His Majesty to decide."    

After saying that, Yu Haoran's tone changed, sadness replacing seriousness, and his expression had a tinge of reluctance.    

"Now it seems that Lord Tu is not only blind and deaf, but also gravely ill. Then, this Prince Consort would suggest that Lord Tu directly return to his homeland!"    

With just a few random words, he had forcefully stripped himself of the identity of an invigilator. This caused Tu Xing to be enraged, and in his heart, an endless amount of killing intent surged out.    

With the Qin Emperor's importance to Yu Haoran, as long as he reported what he had said earlier, the Qin Emperor would definitely grant him a favor.    

As for the loyal director, Sir Envoy, he would neither plead for him nor disobey the order of the Qin Emperor.    

Then, the foundation that he had painstakingly built for more than ten years, the foundation that he had built with great difficulty, would all of a sudden turn into dust in an instant.    

Furthermore, without the large amount of cultivation resources provided by Tiny Mountain City, how would he be able to breakthrough into the realm of Quasi-Martial Saint in a short period of time?    

"Prince Consort, my execution is just a little arrogant and does not please you. Is it worth it for you to go all out like this?!" Staring at Yu Haoran, Tu Xing tried his best to suppress the killing intent in his heart as he asked.    

"Slaughterer, actually, what I did was very difficult, and very heartbreaking."    

"After all, you have contributed greatly to the success that we have achieved today. You are a meritorious general."    

Faced with the questioning of Tu Xing, Yu Haoran immediately pretended to be sympathetic and said.    

"However, for the sake of Great Qin Empire's longevity, as well as for the sake of Tiny Mountain City's longevity, I can only bear with it and urge my good subjects to leave."    

"I hope that Lord Tu can understand this prince's painstaking efforts."    

"Yu Haoran, are you sure you want to do this!?"    

He wasn't willing to give up on the present situation and tried his best.    

"This Prince Consort is very certain, very certain."    

Yu Haoran nodded his head heavily to express his attitude and started to mobilize the power of the Ancient Code.    

"If that's the case, then go to hell!"    

After receiving Yu Haoran's confirmation, Tu Xing, who had a flash of killing intent, instantly activated his peak ninth stage Martial Saint strength and rushed towards Yu Haoran like a bolt of lightning.    

"Prince Consort, be careful!"    

Even if Lan Weixiong, who was of the same cultivation level and had reacted slower than him, had discovered Tu Xing's sneak attack, it was already too late to stop him when he wanted to. He could only warn him loudly.    

"No!"    

At the same time, Lan Xin, who had passed through the chessboard with a firm heart of martial arts, bitterly searched for Yu Haoran but to no avail, decided to come to the Great Assembly Hall to try her luck and see the scene of Tu Xing launching a sneak attack on Yu Haoran.    

She couldn't help but cry out in pain.    

"A mark of Time!"    

With a cold expression, Yu Haoran stretched out a finger towards Tu Xing who instantly appeared in front of him. Then, he pointed at him and softly said.    

Immediately after, an ancient Qi shot out from his fingers and instantly landed on Tu Xing's body.    

The fist that was originally stretched out stopped in midair, and then connected with the body before directly disintegrating into countless fragments. Every fragment began to evolve into a certain point in time, something that Tu Xing had done before.    

Although the method Yu Haoran had used just now had shocked Lan Weixiong beyond belief, what had really caught his attention was the countless images of the handsome youth being slaughtered.    

"Hong'er!"    

When he saw the handsome youth being brought to an island, exterminated, and then wiped out, Lan Weixiong immediately cried out in grief.    

"Mayor Lan, I hope you don't mind!" Looking at the sorrowful Lan Weixiong, Yu Haoran sighed and comforted him softly.    

As the master of a city, and even Lan Weixiong, who was at the peak of the ninth stage of Martial Saint, could be considered to be a very happy and happy life.    

But in his blissful life, there was a tinge of regret that could not be wiped away. It was that his son had not been able to inherit his legacy.    

Actually, it wasn't as if there were none!    

Lan Weixiong's second child was a boy. He was an exceptional genius who was not one bit inferior to Lan Xin in terms of talent and potential.    

However, not long after the boy had grown up, he mysteriously disappeared. This made Lan Weixiong sad and he continued to search for the reason and whereabouts of the boy.    

This was also the reason why he had allowed the slaughter to gradually erode the power and benefits of Tiny Mountain City.    

It was because he didn't have that much energy to fight the execution.    

Now, after seeing his painstakingly pursuing son had actually been killed by the slaughter he had endured all this time, other than feeling sad, Lan Weixiong also felt endless self-blame and regret in his heart.    

"Lan Xin, immediately give this pill to your father to consume!"    

After comforting Lan Weixiong, Yu Haoran was initially looking for the crimes he had committed during these few years of torture in order to explain the reason behind his beatings, but unexpectedly felt Lan Weixiong's aura undergo a violent change.