Chapter 862 The Hunt Begins

Zhang Xing's eyes swept across the battlefield and saw the soldiers of the coalition forces fleeing in all directions, not daring to gather together. He knew that tonight's battle was over.

So he summoned Hei Bao and Mo Li to come back.

A great victory was achieved tonight, and it was estimated that the total number of coalition troops wiped out was as many as eight million.

Countless grain, grass and baggage were seized.

"Okay, let's go back and have a rest for the night, and then go to Wangxiang City tomorrow morning."

Zhang Xing knew that Jiulong was indeed over-consumed and needed to return to Dragon Island to replenish energy.

They returned to the main peak of Tianlongmen, and Xinchang and others were already standing respectfully on both sides of the council hall.

"Master Sect Master is mighty!"

"Masters of Kowloon are mighty!"

As soon as they entered the door, all the elders and hall masters immediately knelt down on one knee, clasped their hands in fists, and opened their mouths to greet Zhang Xing and others.

At this moment, they worshiped Zhang Xing to the extreme and expressed their surrender from the bottom of their hearts.

In their eyes, Zhang Xing could no longer be viewed by mortal standards. He was already infinitely close to a saint.

Being able to follow such a powerful sect leader, he could conquer the world just around the corner.

Even if the sect leader has no intention of competing with others, he is still the most powerful sect force in the Damo Kingdom.

Wherever these elders and hall masters go, all forces must be respectful and serve them carefully.

Even people who don't know them, as long as Tianlongmen is mentioned, no one will be frightened and lick their knees.

Just thinking about it makes me feel more proud.

"Xinchang, you all should retreat and rest. We will send people down the mountain to clean up the battlefield at dawn tomorrow. The coalition forces threw away all the pots and pans when they fled for their lives."

"Although we don't lack these things, they are still everywhere, affecting our Tianlongmen environment."

Zhang Xing waved his hand and didn't let him say anything more.

Xinchang and others knew that the sect leader and his dragons were tired, so they agreed and retired to rest.

Zhang Xing released Brother Zhaoyang, said a few words briefly, and then entered Dragon Island with the dragons.

A night without words.

Early the next morning, Zhang Xing explained to Brother Xinchang and Zhaoyang, and then led the group of dragons and black knight Mo Li on the journey.

Seeing Zhang Xing and the others disappear into the sky, Dongfang Zhaoyang nodded secretly.

Xinchang, the elders, and the hall master looked at the horizon with extremely adoring eyes for a long time.

They also want to follow Zhang Xing to fight together.

I also petitioned Zhang Xing, but was rejected.

Zhang Xing was not afraid to dampen their emotions and said bluntly that they had too many people, their combat power was too low, their speed was too slow, and they were of no use at all.

It is better to stay in the mountains and take care of the house and seize the time to train troops.

Zhang Xing also said that it was impossible for him, the head of the sect, to stay in the mountain for the rest of his life.

If the enemy comes to attack while he is away, what will you do?

Therefore, it is still important to work hard to improve your own cultivation.

Xinchang and others heard these words, and they knew that Zhang Xing was telling the truth.

The sect leader is a person who wants to do big things, how could he live in a small Tianlong Sect.

This Tianlongmen was just a temporary creation by him.

I believe that in the lifetime of the master, there will be many such small sects.

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The main palace of Wangxiang City was already empty.

Just last night, the city lord Li Ming hurried back exhausted and picked up the whole family without saying anything.

Later, other servants of the City Lord's Mansion also knew the whole story.

They all dispersed in fright.

The entire city lord's mansion seemed to have been ransacked. Everything that could be taken was not left behind, it was all swept away by these people.

The servant in charge, take something valuable.

An ordinary servant would not even let go of a chair or a pickle jar.

It’s true that when a tree falls, the hozens scatter, and when a wall falls, everyone pushes against it!