#1161 of the Emperor's Revenge (2)

How can the current Nie Zhao still have the arrogance and domineering he had before? He was as embarrassed as a beggar who was begging on the street and was beaten by the crowd.

His eyes were the color of a national treasure, black and swollen, the bridge of his nose was crooked and broken, his face was blue and purple, and blood was still flowing from his nasal cavity.

Nie Zhao simply thought that he would just pass out!

Why not use Xingyuan Power! Whether the other party uses Xingyuan Power or not makes no difference to him!

His Xingyuan Power is just like an ornament in the opponent's hands, this is a pure one-sided pain!

Nie Zhao wanted to admit defeat, but when he was lying on the ground, a pair of black boots with delicate gold patterns suddenly appeared in his sight.

"Get up, go on.

Di Jiuque looked down at Nie Zhao from a high place, his phoenix eyes were indifferent, as if the person in front of him was just a stone and a dog's tail grass.

"I... I admit defeat." Nie Zhao's teeth leaked, "Respect... Your Majesty, I... can't beat you, I... I admit defeat."

If the power gap can still be seen, Nie Zhao may still fight with the opponent bloody.

However, when the strength gap between the two sides is like a black hole and bottomless, what ghosts are not convinced and what ghosts are proud will be unified, unified, crushed, and crushed!

Even if he goes all out, he can't match the pure physical strength of the opponent without the domain, the profound meaning, and the star force, so what else can he fight? Get a yarn!

Di Jiuque's phoenix eyes glanced at the incense stick that was still burning, and coldly ordered, "The incense stick hasn't arrived yet, get up, and continue."

Nie Zhao: "..." It's impossible to admit defeat! Too domineering! Is there any reason? !

Spitting out a broken tooth, Nie Zhaoqiang stood up, mobilized the strength in his body, and attacked Di Jiuque again!

The crackling was another fat beating, and Nie Zhao flew out again.

At this time, he was even more miserable than before, and his entire face was completely inhuman.

Just when Nie Zhao was about to smash to the ground again, a huge and mighty saber-toothed tiger suddenly flashed, caught Nie Zhao's body that flew upside down, then stood in front of Nie Zhao, leaned down and made a noise to Di Jiuque. A threatening growl.

But as long as you look at it with your eyes, you will find that this saber-toothed tiger is shaking like a sieve. The low and threatening roar carries a hint of deep fear and faint pleading, and even its limbs are weak in bursts, almost unable to support lift its body.

It is afraid!

It is very afraid of this man in front of him!

But for the sake of its master, it had to work hard to overcome the fear from the blood of the soul, and tried hard to stand in front of its master.

Di Jiuque's clear ice eyes looked at it, those eyes were so indifferent that they didn't contain any emotion, "Go away!"

"Woo." The saber-toothed tiger was so frightened by this cold drink that its feet softened, and it could no longer overcome the fear from its blood, and its head slammed on the ground.

It made a whimpering sound similar to pleading, and a pair of yellow and clear tiger eyes looked at Di Jiuque begging for mercy.

"Saber-tooth, go back!" Nie Zhao patted his contracted beast with difficulty and took it back.

He didn't want the old man to be beaten with him!

Most importantly, he could feel that the other party didn't want to kill him.

Although there is anger in every punch, it is not murderous, it is more like... venting and revenge?

"Get up." Di Jiuque ordered Nie Zhao again.

Nie Zhao gritted his teeth for a while in pain. He didn't even know how many bones he had broken in his body. He only felt that there was no pain in his body.