Peerless Taoist

Ceng! Ceng! Ceng!    

The embroidered Dragon Guard drew his saber, but suddenly, Lu Yu disappeared before their eyes.    

In the next moment, Lu Yu arrived in front of King Yong and gave him a fierce slap on the face.    

Slap!    

A crisp sound echoed in all directions.    

King Yong's face was slapped hard. He looked at Lu Yu in disbelief. "You dare to hit me?"    

Lu Yu grabbed King Yong's collar and pressed him in front of a pile of corpses.    

Cold sweat trickled down King Yong's forehead as he looked at the ground full of corpses.    

"It seems that you have forgotten how Great Yu conquered the world after living a comfortable life for so long."    

Lu Yu said, "Do you see these dead bodies? They are the pillars of many families. They are husbands, sons, and fathers. In order to drive away the Tang army, they have rushed here from the distant barbarian border."    

"Now, they have died on the battlefield, and not even their corpses are left behind. I heard that the salary of the barbarian army has been delayed for a long time. Now that they have died in battle, will the Imperial Court compensate them?! Will the Zhao royal family compensate them? Who were they fighting for? And what did you give them?"    

Many barbarian soldiers quietly surrounded them. Some of them were already crying.    

Even the Long Wei in embroidered clothing, who were in charge of protecting King Yong, did not move at this moment. They stared blankly at everything in front of them.    

"Is your status very noble? Without these soldiers bravely killing the enemy at the front line, what is the status of your Zhao royal family!? You can choose not to participate in the war. In order to protect yourself, you can even collude with the Tang Dynasty and ignore it. But today, you actually dare to block the army and use your status as a prince. Come! Insult the soldiers! Insult the people who are protecting you! Who do you think you are! What right do you have to insult them!"    

All the soldiers could not help but roar.    

They had indeed been held back for a long time. From the moment the local army arrived, they had been suppressed and ostracized. Many of them had gone to battle under pressure.    

King Yong's face turned red from being said. He gritted his teeth and said, "This King... This King..."    

His heart was filled with anger, but he couldn't refute Lu Yu.    

Lu Yu raised his head and stared at King Yong coldly. "I am the Governor of East Victory, Lu Yu. If you want to impeach me or take revenge on me, do as you wish."    

King Yong fell to the ground after hearing what King Yong said. His face instantly turned pale.    

At this moment, the anger in King Yong's heart had been reduced by more than half, leaving only endless fear.    

He had never thought that this young man in front of him was actually Lu Yu!    

Even King Qi, Zhao Tong, had been killed by Lu Yu. He, a prince who did not even have military authority, was nothing in front of Lu Yu.    

"Lu Yu... no, Lord Lu, I, I was wrong!" King Yong trembled in fear, his voice trembling.    

The few servants who had shouted at Lu Yu before also hurriedly knelt on the ground, not daring to raise their heads.    

Although they were far away from the battlefield, they had heard about the legends of Lu Yu.    

In the eyes of these people, Lu Yu was a god of slaughter.    

He could even contradict the Emperor, Zhao Yuanyan. He had even killed the official that Zhao Yuanyan had sent, Xu Yingzhu. It would only take a second for him to kill them.    

"Get lost! I don't have time to bother with you!" Lu Yu said coldly.    

King Yong led his men and fled in a sorry state.    

He didn't dare to stay any longer. He was afraid that Lu Yu would change his mind and want to kill him.