I Have Refined Qi For 3000 Years! Book 1: Chapter 17.1: There Is Still A Sword

Book 1: Chapter 17.1: There Is Still A Sword

Tang Zhouxie ignored his descendant, he looked up at the sky, then turned to Sima Inbo and asked:

“I’m hungry. How about the blood I asked you to look for?”

“It’s all here.”

Sima Inbo pulled the flag from his sleeves and then pointed to the two hundred boys and girls.

After seeing that something was wrong, many of these children wanted to escape, but the fỏmation under their feet tied them down. Seeing Tang Xie, they suddenly cried, and some of them wet their pants on the spot.

“Good.”

Tang Zhouxie nodded with satisfaction and waved:

“Come on, get blood for me.”

Following his order, two rows of officers and men in the army stood out, pulled out the machete that dangled from the waist, and walked towards the boys and girls.

“Wait a minute!”

Tang Ruowei shouted loudly.

She ran to Tang Zhouxie and raised her eyebrows and asked:

“Ancestor, as the emperor of Shangxuan, why are you killing the people of Shangxuan today?”

“Is there anything wrong with it?”

Tang Zhouxie replied lazily:

“I am the emperor, they are gra.s.s-roots people. Isn’t the duty of these lowly people is to die for their emperor? Being able to become blood sacrifices and help me to improve, this is their honor.”

“What a non-sense saying!”

Tang Ruowei angered:

“That’s not something a human should say!”

“Well, my child, during my reign, I increased the territory of Shangxuan Kingdom by two thirds. But the more I battled, the more I felt that mortals have limits.”

Tang Zhouxie pulled out his b.l.o.o.d.y red nails.

“Even if I can conquer the entire Gu Province… no, even if I conquer the world, there is still a group of beings above my head. No matter how many armies I have, with the best blades and the thickest armor, I can’t beat them. These immortals just need a sword to kill me. I don’t like that. I am an emperor. I’m better and more talented than others. Then I should be the one who steps on others’ heads. ”

“What do you want to say in the end?!”

Tang Ruowei asked.

“I want to say … I haven’t been a human for a long time.”

Tang Zhouxie chuckled:

“Do it.”

The two platoons of officers and soldiers continued to advance, the blades in their hands expressed cold light, reflecting the horrified expressions of the children.