Ding Ling found Dong Zhuo in the palace where the queen lived.

Others have tall horses and big horses, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist.

But maybe it’s because I’m getting older, or maybe it’s because I’m too indulgent during this period.

He has become increasingly obese.

A face became fat and ugly, and it was hard to look directly at.

However, even so.

He is also extremely powerful.

His eyes radiated a terrifying light.

He was looking at Ding Ling, just like the emperor was looking at a martial arts master, with the unique sense of oppression of the superior:

"Ding Ling, you belong to me. I can give you supreme power and glory, and countless beauties, gold and silver! Let you become the best, one person, above ten thousand people! The whole world, the whole world

The big men in the court followed your orders and were under your jurisdiction. What do you think?"

"I think you're whimsical!"

Ding Ling raised the Juque Sword.

A hint of panic flashed in Dong Zhuo's eyes. He seemed to be pretending to be calm and said loudly:

"Ding Ling, wait! How can you let me go?"

"If you cut your head, it will be fine."

Where the sound falls.

Ding Ling waved his hand without waiting for Dong Zhuo to reply.

Sharp!

As the sword edge sang, a wisp of breeze blew across Dong Zhuo like lightning.

Dong Zhuo's tall body was cut into pieces.

A fat head fell from him.

He rolled around and rolled to Ding Ling's feet.

Ding Ling bowed his head and took a look.

Seeing Dong Zhuo's eyes full of fear, unable to believe, confused, annoyed, regretful, sighing and other complex emotions!
Chapter completed!