The Young and Vigorous Eighth Prince

If they stopped attacking, the little Saint King would be in danger. The enemy was probably waiting for them to join them, or even waiting for their rescue.

Upon hearing this, Lei Wanjie frowned and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"You continue to attack, are you sure you can get in?"

The general heard this and shook his head.

"It's impossible to get in!"

“Since we can’t attack, why send people to die? My son, Lei Wanjie, must sacrifice for the sake of greater things. Using someone else’s life to save his life, we have to consider whether it’s worth it!”

Lei Wanjie glanced at the other party coldly and walked out of the tent.

As soon as he walked out of the tent, more than twenty people came towards him. The four people walking in front were the patriarchs of the other four tribes.

These four people exuded a powerful aura. The strongest one had reached the Grandmaster level, and the weakest one was also close to the Grandmaster level.

There were four people, two were masters, and two were close to being masters. As for the remaining twenty or so people, they were all top-notch masters.

This is the strongest fighting force that the five tribes can gather. It is also prepared for Chief Wangshu.

They had already made plans to attack the Wangshu tribe and kill the tribe leader if he was unwilling to surrender.

Now, Lei Wanjie had a vague feeling that Jiang Fan was in the Wangshu tribe, and his first thought was to attack the Wangshu tribe. Not only did he want to kill the Wangshu tribe leader, he also wanted to kill Jiang Fan!

They have three Grandmasters on their side, and he himself has reached the peak of Grandmaster. Ordinary Grandmasters are vulnerable in front of him. With such a team, is he still afraid that he can't overthrow the entire Wangshu clan? !

"Let's go... let's sneak into the Wangshu tribe... someone is waiting for me to kill..." he said to the twenty or so people in front of him.

Everyone hurriedly bowed and replied respectfully, "Yes."

Then, they rushed in one direction. For those with low strength, it is difficult to sneak into the Wangshu tribe, as the surrounding mountains, forests and cliffs are not easy to walk!

But for these first-rate masters, it is still very easy for the Wangshu tribe to sneak in.

Just as they were sneaking towards the Wangshu tribe, the little saint king of the Wangshu tribe looked at the four entrances in horror, with a deep despair in his eyes.

Because he could no longer hear the shouting and screaming at the entrance, and even the bangs of explosions had disappeared.

In other words, the army attacking the entrance was defeated, and they would not be able to attack the entrance again in a short period of time.

At this moment, it was impossible for him to survive with nearly a hundred people under his command. He only hoped that the Wangshu tribe would not kill him because he was the Little Saint King.

"Hmph... Even if our people didn't attack, do you think this matter is over? If you are smart, surrender to me. Otherwise, when our people attack the Wangshu tribe, you will be dead."

He still tried to remain calm and shouted.

However, he was obviously lacking in confidence at this moment.

Jiang Fan looked towards the four entrances and saw that the shouting and screaming had stopped and no one was attacking. He knew that the enemy had been blocked.

He turned to look at the Little Saint King, with a hint of joking in his eyes, and said, "They can't break in, and you only have one way to go today! That is death..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhong Ling and Luo Yunxian rushed over. Jiang Fan wanted the Little Saint King to die, so of course they would not let him stay.

As the two women rushed out, the surrounding Wangshu warriors also attacked them. How long could nearly a hundred people hold out under the siege of more than a thousand people?

Some people wanted to surrender, but were ruthlessly rejected by the Wangshu people. Three or four hundred people of the Wangshu tribe died in this battle, so how could they let the enemy go?

In less than half an hour, the remaining one hundred people were all killed. If these people were not very strong, they would not have been able to hold on until now.

The Little Saint King no longer had the courage to fight, nor the arrogance he had just shown. He fell to his knees, surrounded by the crowd.

"Don't kill me... You can use me to make my father withdraw his troops!"

He kowtowed desperately to Jiang Fan, his eyes terrified. How could he dare to threaten Jiang Fan and Luo Yunxian now? If he wanted to survive, he had to lower his posture.

If Jiang Fan, Luo Yunxian and the others had not shown enough murderous intent and were determined to kill him, the Little Saint King might have dared to be a little more arrogant.

But Jiang Fan and Luo Yunxian were obviously determined to kill him, so how could he dare to be arrogant?

Unfortunately, Jiang Fan looked at him coldly and said indifferently: "You must accept the loss! Since you have lost your life to me, of course you must hand it over..."

As soon as he said this, the Little Saint King opened his mouth to beg for mercy, but Jiang Fan did not give him a chance to speak and shot him between the eyebrows.

The little Saint King looked at Jiang Fan in horror. The severe pain from his brows made his consciousness fade away little by little. His body fell straight down.

After the little saint king was killed, everything returned to peace. As for the young chiefs of the other four tribes, they had also been beheaded. They would never have thought that the Wangshu tribe would be so decisive until their death.

He did not leave any way for retreat, nor was he afraid of their identities as the young masters of the four major tribes. He just killed them without hesitation.

They never thought that Luo Yunxian had never thought of leaving a way out when she was preparing to contact the small tribes to resist. She knew that the enemy would not leave her a way out, so she decided to do it in a more drastic way.

The two young masters of the Tianhua and Fengmu tribes and the people they brought with them who were hiding in the back watched all this in horror, their hearts filled with trepidation.

They were no longer as calm as before, fearing that Jiang Fan and Luo Yunxian would focus their attention on them. If they were unhappy with him, they would kill them as well.

As for the people from the small tribes, their faces were full of enthusiasm, but there was also worry in their eyes.

They joined the battle against the Little Saint King. They were just brave at the moment, but now they thought that they might have to fight with the Wangshu tribe all the way to the end.

Next, let’s see who will win and who will lose between the Shu tribe and the southern part of Feng!

Just when Jiang Fan shot the Little Saint King to death, suddenly, an angry roar rang out.

"How dare you kill my son...give me your life!" With this roar, nearly thirty figures rushed over from the front. The leading figures exuded a terrifying aura.

The shocking power made everyone present change their expressions. Jiang Fan also looked at the nearly 30 people rushing over with a slightly strange expression.

When he saw the leader, a gleam of light welled up in his eyes. Lei Wanjie! This guy actually came. He quickly thought that Lei Wanjie might be the Saint King of Nanyue.

The other party is good at raising Gu. His strength is also at the Grandmaster level. I heard that this Saint King of Nanyue has only been back for a little over a year. It's a perfect match!

When Luo Yunxian saw Lei Wanjie, there was surprise in his eyes, but more of it was anger and murderous intent.

She didn't seem to have expected Lei Wanjie to come, and she also thought that Lei Wanjie might be the Saint King of Nanyue. She also thought that the poison in her body was planted by Lei Wanjie. New hatreds and old grudges emerged at the same time.

On the high platform, the leader of the Wangshu tribe looked at Lei Wanjie with surprise in her eyes. She seemed to have not expected that Lei Wanjie would dare to break into the Wangshu tribe with only thirty people.

But when she saw the powerful strength of these thirty people, she knew where Lei Wanjie's confidence came from!