Liehuo had known this man for a long time that his father was defeated by him, so when he saw the leader, Liehuo's anger was naturally not to mention. The leader wanted to win over Liehuo to serve him, but Liehuo was a piece of cake when he got up.

"I'm so fucking anxious that I want to kill you, just like your mother!"

The leader used the Canglong Sword, which is also a magical tool, but compared with the Fire Break of the Fire, it is still much worse. Just in a moment, many cracks appeared on the Canglong Sword.

The leader was secretly surprised. How could this child's power be so powerful that he was not inferior to him at all, so he turned around and attacked.

Liehuo was trained to fight by his father since he was a child. He always thought that one day he could get everything he had back. Needless to say, his strength was even more fierce in his moves. Just a few encounters, Liehuo swept across and cut the leader into two halves.

This battle made Liehuo famous. Just when he wanted to enter the capital and kill the king, the noble family actually threatened Liehuo with his father.

They tied Liehuo's father to the city wall. As long as Liehuo dared to take a step forward, they would shoot him to death with crossbow arrows and let Liehuo commit suicide.

Looking at his poor father, Liehuo's heart was about to break open. This choice was extremely difficult. Liehuo didn't want to commit suicide, and it was more like saving his father.

At this moment, his father smiled and shouted to the fire: "My child, your power is given to you by God. You are destined to be a warrior. Use your weapons to break the evil of this world. I will be happy even in the kingdom of heaven. Goodbye forever, my child!"

After saying that, his father hit the city wall, blood flowing like a pillar, and he died.

Liehuo shouted and rushed up desperately. The soldiers around him could not stop him at all. When the king saw Liehuo's father committed suicide, he was about to run out of the palace immediately, because no one could stop Liehuo now, and they could not bear the angry fire.

However, Liehuo did not give them a chance to leave. He split the palace in half with an axe, and everyone in the palace was killed by him. When the other overlords saw it, they immediately knelt in front of Liehuo. According to Tuhalun's rules, Liehuo is now the new king.

Liehuo didn't care about all this, and buried his father. The first thing Liehuo did was to kill the nine tribes of the nobles, and all the nobles who had gone to the forest to snatch their prey were destroyed.

He also abolished Tuhalen's thousands of years of rules. There is no distinction between high and low, and the honor he received can be possessed forever, and no one can take away anyone's honor.

Liehuo didn't want to be a king. What he was thinking now was to kill all the overlords, so he walked all over Tuhalun with an axe, and all the overlords were killed by him.

Like all the masters, Invincible was extremely lonely, so the fire turned his attention to the alien civilization. In a few years, he conquered one planet after another, until one day, Tanston's warriors asked him for help, so he met everyone.

After listening to him, Lei Zhan was really interested in competing with him and want to see which of them had a stronger power. And after listening to the story of Liehuo, Lei Zhan also knew that Liehuo was originally a very good person, but he was changed to this by this world. Think about who is not like this?

The story follows the Reaper, who was born in a killer's house and a mysterious family. Their mission is to be an assassin. No one knows why, and no one has ever asked, as if they were alive just to be a killer.

When he was born, according to the family rules, he had to give him a very representative name, so his grandfather called him "Reaper". From the name, everyone can understand it, that is, he would kill more people and reap lives in the future, but this is not the case.

He called him the Reaper because his immortal grandfather wanted him to be a bastard who could harvest tobacco at any time. Because in addition to killing, their family's biggest hobby was smoking. They smoked all kinds of smoke, especially when family gatherings, there was no one in the house, and they were all cigarettes.

But because the harvester inherited their blood, he just wanted to become a killer, instead of harvesting tobacco all day long. Then he had to complete the production of these tobaccos under the personal guidance of his grandfather and send a copy to everyone in the family. This is his daily job.

He had a lot of objection to this, so when he was ten years old, he asked his grandfather: "Hey, I'm immortal. When do you want me to collect tobacco for you? Other people can kill people, why can I only collect these damn tobacco with my butt sticking out here?"

Grandpa snorted coldly and said, "What the hell is that our family is the most important thing. Apart from killing people, tobacco is the most important thing. You don't know how many tribesmen want to collect tobacco, and I don't give him a chance. Yesterday, the 25-year-old from your fourth aunt's house also sent me a pig's head. I want to collect tobacco. You boy have nothing and even scold me for being immortal. I think you are really unsaved!"

The Reaper said earnestly: "Grandpa, if you just wanted me to do these things, why did you give me such a domineering name?"

"In order to increase the production of tobacco, because there are more and more people in our family, the demand for tobacco is also high. Your fifth uncle smokes his mother ten kilograms of cigarettes a day. When this bastard doesn't smoke, he vomits cigarettes in his mouth, and it doesn't work if he takes a fewer puffs!"

The Reaper said helplessly: "Then how good are you calling me high-yield? You are also a Reaper who collects tobacco every day. Will I still be able to get along in the future?"

"Look at your loss, you are still fucking high-yield. I told you that it would be better to keep your income from drought and flood. Don't talk nonsense to me. Hurry up and collect this batch of tobacco. The fog season will be coming in a few days. If you can't collect it, all of these tobacco will be wasted!"

"But I can do this alone?"

Looking at the tobacco that could not be seen in front of you, the harvester really had no confidence.

Grandpa said, "You think about this yourself. If you use your hands to pull it away, you can study something like a guy yourself!"

So, my grandfather left, and the harvester was helpless. He could only make a machete according to his usual movement habits and began to cut the tobacco.
Chapter completed!