"Three families have rebelled, and the whole family is dead!" Luo Ning's voice reached everyone's ears, "I will kill them on behalf of the princess!"

It actually means to kill them all and eradicate them all!

"Luo Ning! Even if I'm a ghost, I won't let you go!" Chu Wei and others yelled with piercing voices and eyes split open, "You will not end well!"

They sacrificed their magic weapons to defend themselves, but faced with the sharp arrows blessed by the battlefield, where was the chance to fight back?

"Swish, swish, swish -" The sharp arrows and swords of the Tubo warriors fell like a storm, turning into military magical powers and hitting Chu Wei and others.

The protective magic weapons on the three of them were consumed at an alarming rate.

The same goes for Zhuo Yun, his protective magic weapon is also consumed very quickly.

"Kill them all!" Eshu shouted, "leave no one alive!"

She was in the seventh level of perfection, so she rushed forward and started killing.

"Pfft!"

"ah!"

"Luo Ning!!"

"Down, down!" The private soldiers put down their weapons and knelt down one after another.

However, their surrender still resulted in killings.

Over the years, as minions of the tribal envoys, they had done countless bad things, and their hands were stained with the blood of Xia serfs. How could they survive just by surrendering at this time?

"Ah—" Ai Shao screamed and fell down immediately after being hit by several feather arrows supporting the battlefield.

"Luo Ning!!" Fu Jing roared angrily and fell down covered in blood.

Zhuo Yun's face turned pale with fright. He tried his best, but he could not escape from the net of the battlefield. Blood was constantly spattered on his body and he was seriously injured.

"Brother Luo! It was my fault! Please spare my life!"

His handsome face was distorted, and he looked extremely embarrassed, without the slightest bearing of a noble man.

Luo Ning laughed.

Seeing that Luo Ning had no intention of sparing his life, Zhuo Yun couldn't help but cursed:

"Luo Ning! You are the wife of a thousand swordsmen..."

As soon as he said a redundant word, his body was hit by a thousand-mile horse and flew up.

While his body was still in the air, he was trampled into smoke and dust by the horse's hooves.

"Pfft--" Zhuo Yun vomited blood, and he only had time to scream before he was drowned by the iron hoofs of the war horse.

Poor Zhuo's legitimate son, he died under the hoof of a horse.

Step into the smoke!
Chapter completed!