Chapter 1619 Redstone Shocked Change

"My father, it seems that you have encountered some distress."

There was an evil smile on Yi Zewende's face, and then he found a seat beside him and sat down leisurely.

Seeing his son like this, Basil Rako instinctively felt a little disgusted, and the defeat in the battle made him feel faint anger.

"Why did you come back now?"

Basil Raco raised his eyelids, revealing his bloodshot eyes.

"Isn't this contacting the other two tribes? I couldn't relax the whole time, but who knew that when I came back, I got the news of the tribe's fiasco."

Yi Zewende poured himself a glass of berry juice and drank it contentedly. Although the truth was cruel, there was no panic, anger or loss on his face, but a hint of mockery.

"What is the connection between those two tribes?"

"It was successful, and the other party agreed to send troops, but..." Yi Zewende's voice was always reminiscent of Ye Xiao, especially in such an empty hall, it seemed a bit cold.

"But what? When did you learn to talk to me like this?" The blood vessels on Basil's palm burst out as he clasped the armrest forcefully, and the thick black-feathered cloak rustled.

"Hehe, but because of your defeat, those two tribes regretted it again."

Yi Zewende raised his head and spoke expressionlessly, the mockery in his eyes was no longer concealed.

"You dare to talk to me like this, Izvinde Laco... don't you think you have grown up to the point of disregarding dignity this year?" Basil Laco finally stood up from his big chair. Get up and look at the past with the same cold eyes.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the entire hall suddenly turned cold, and as Basil Rako stepped down from the high platform, the pressure brought about by the accumulated power over the years became even heavier.

Step by step, Basil Rako wore his black feather cloak and walked straight towards his son, Izerwende.

"Don't the superiors like to escape like this?"

"Is it really difficult to admit mistakes? Although I don't want to admit it, but..."

Yi Zewende stretched out the five fingers of his right hand, looked at his nails playfully, and said with a chuckle, "You are really useless."

As soon as this sentence was said, the stone was shocked.

Because this is not something a son can say to his father at all.

Basil Raco's footsteps stopped.

"Oh? Are you not angry? You are still a bit of a city man, not as stupid as you imagined." Putting away his palms, Yi Zewende stood up with a smile, and there was still a trace of mockery in his eyes.

"It's just that ignorance is ignorance after all, low is low, and the upper limit ends here. To be honest, your ability really disappoints me."

Facing the burly figure in front of him that was half a head taller than himself, Yi Zewende stepped forward gently.

If you don't look at the expression or listen to the conversation, you seem to think that this is a father and son walking into a hug.

Basil Lacopi moved the corners of his mouth with a non-smiling smile, looked at the unceremonious son in front of him, and said coldly: "Sure enough, he is not my son, but you still called me for so many days Dad, so I'll make your death a little easier."

"Is there any point in saying this now? You still call yourself an eagle... a ridiculous and inferior race." Izerwende raised his little finger on his right hand, "Your vision is only as big as this small piece of fingernail. So, are you going to call the guards or run away?"

Yi Zewende took another step and stood still.

The figures of the two are only five meters away at the moment, and each other's figures are clearly visible in their respective eyes.

"Ah."

There was only a sneer in response to Yi Zewende.

Basil Rako's black feather cloak instantly exploded and fell apart.

Amidst the black feathers falling from the sky, a figure suddenly tore through the air, accompanied by a loud bang.

Basil Rako exposed his majestic upper body covered with scars. At this moment, he swept away the previous image of a conspirator and completely transformed into a violent warrior.

His hands were wearing a rather fine white bone glove at the moment. The spikes on the glove were the color of precipitated blood, which made people have no doubt about the power of this punch.

Even hard rocks can be smashed with a single punch.

If it falls on a human body, the half-inch-long spikes are enough to tear the human body to pieces.

The smile on Yi Zewende's face disappeared, and at the moment when the punch was about to hit his body, he moved sideways for half a meter strangely.

The heavy fist brushed past, but the wind from the fist made Izwende's robe flutter.

"Is this your mind..."

Click!

Yi Zewende's sneer stopped abruptly as soon as it sounded.

Because the fist that had obviously staggered away from his body turned into a palm at this moment and appeared behind his head at some point, with five fingers clasped together, he twisted violently.

Decisive and ruthless!

Amid the crisp sound of bone cracking, Isewende's neck was twisted a full 180 degrees!

Supporting Yi Zewende's shoulder with one hand, and letting go of the other's head with the other, Basil Rako looked expressionlessly at the faces where all the expressions were fixed, "You take yourself seriously. "

There was no pain in the voice of killing one's own heir, but some were more ruthless than the enemy.

However, as soon as his voice fell, his pupils suddenly shrank!

"What!?"

I saw that Isewende's frozen face burst into an extremely dangerous smile.

The neck bone was broken, and the mortal man showed such a smile.

Is there anything spookier than this?

Basil Rako's reaction speed can be described as extremely fast, the right hand he just retracted popped out like lightning, and this time he was going to crush Isewende's head.

But at this moment, his movements froze suddenly.

puff!

A palm penetrated directly through his chest.

The strength of the whole body receded like a tide.

It is obvious that Yi Zewende's head is only a few centimeters away from his palm, but those few centimeters have become an insurmountable moat.

He spoke with difficulty: "Why... why..."

A bright red heart was pinched in Yi Zewende's hand.

Hearing this, Yi Zewende showed a sneer on his turned face, "lower creatures."

The five fingers suddenly grasped.

boom!

The bright red heart was crushed instantly.

It's just that there is no blood splashing out.

Because all the blood was absorbed by Yi Zewende's palm at this moment.

An unnatural flush surged across his pale face.

The body facing the front turned around like a puppet.

While the neck was wriggling, only a click was heard, and Yi Zewende moved his neck, and it returned to its original state.

Looking at the dead Basil Rako who still refused to close his eyes, Izwende had a mocking smile on his lips, and pulled out his palm, allowing the corpse to slump down.

He really hates this uncivilized way of transferring power.