I'm not a theatre god

The hemp-clothed boy knew who the "Liu Yang" he was talking about was. In the first level, his performance was also outstanding and attracted the attention of several emperors. Later, he should have also gone to obtain the qualification of quasi-emperor... But now it seems that Liu Yang was probably not successful because of his weak fate.

The hemp-clothed boy looked at the people behind Zhu Zhong and found many of Liu Yang's original team members among them. It was likely that they were absorbed by Zhu Zhong.

As for the fate of Liu Yang, whom they originally followed... the hemp-clothed boy didn't know.

"Brother Xiao Li..."

A Qian silently grasped the hemp-clothed boy's hand, and seemed a little scared.

The hemp-clothed boy didn't intend to entangle with Zhu Zhong. Since he couldn't compete for any fate, he now just hoped to take A Qian away safely. After taking a deep look at Zhu Zhong and Wu Qiong, he walked away without looking back.

"Did the king let you go?!"

Seeing this, Zhu Zhong opened his eyes in anger, and the heavy halberd in his hand fell to the ground again. A strong wind swept the hemp-clothed boy's figure, almost knocking him to the ground!

Seeing this, Chen Ling, who was far away, sneered.

This Zhu Zhong, who had obtained the qualification of quasi-emperor, did not even have the fate of an emperor, but he had already started to pretend to be a king...

However, the quasi-emperor fate seemed to be of some use. It could probably have the power of the third level in this ancient collection of the emperor. Although it could not stop fighting, it was indeed a divine power for these young people who were powerless. No wonder he was arrogant.

The figure in the red robe was leisurely supporting his head on the roof, looking at the people in the distance with interest, like an audience in the dark;

"Zhu Zhong, what are you doing?" The hemp-clothed boy took up the fallen A Qian, and anger rose in his eyes.

"What are you doing?" Zhu Zhong said slowly, "Of course I'm going to settle accounts with you... Aren't you very strong? Don't you like to play tricks? Today I'll see what you can do."

Zhu Zhong waved his hand and said lightly,

"Hit me."

The next moment, more than a dozen figures ran out from behind Zhu Zhong and pounced on the hemp-clothed boy.

Zhu Zhong did not do it himself, because he enjoyed the feeling of having someone fight for him just by talking, which made him feel like a real emperor... and he did not think that Li Fu, who was not qualified to be an emperor, was worth his effort. He had already become a king, why should he fight with ants?

This scene caught Chen Ling's eyes and surprised him.

He had only seen Zhu Zhong once before, and thought he was a super-strong and reckless man, but this time Chen Ling observed carefully and found that although Zhu Zhong seemed to be taking revenge on Li Fu, his attention was actually on Wu Qiong...

He wanted to take this opportunity to test Wu Qiong?

Li Fu was already useless, and Wu Qiong might be one of Zhu Zhong's strong competitors. It seems that he did all these things for Wu Qiong.

"He is rough but meticulous... This guy is not a pushover, and he deserves to be chosen by those emperors." Chen Ling said lightly.

Seeing the sackcloth-clothed boy being pounced on by Zhu Zhong's men, those who followed the sackcloth-clothed boy widened their eyes and were about to step forward to help, but a bone-chilling voice sounded from behind:

"Whoever goes to help him, I will beat him together... Do you want to be the enemy of this king for a waste who can't bear the emperor's order, or follow this king and leave this ancient treasure together... You choose."

Most people were shocked and stopped in confusion.

The sackcloth-clothed boy was surrounded by more than a dozen people. As an ordinary person, he had no way to resist. He could only dodge occasionally at the beginning, but in the end he had no way to avoid it. After being knocked to the ground by a punch, fists fell like raindrops, and countless feet kicked him crazily.

The sackcloth-clothed boy could only curl up on the ground with his head in his arms, groaning, and scarlet blood gradually stained the ground...

"Brother Xiao Li!"

Among the crowd, only A Qian rushed to the crowd regardless of everything, but was kicked to the ground by a man at the outermost edge.

"Zhu Zhong, don't go too far!" Wu Qiong finally couldn't help but speak, "I don't care if you want to settle accounts with Li Fu, but you can kill a child as young as A Qian? Did she provoke you?"

"She rushed forward by herself, who can she blame if she was accidentally injured? What's more, I am standing here all the time... What does it have to do with me?" Zhu Zhong glanced at her leisurely,

"To be an emperor, you must be ruthless and never be indecisive. At the critical moment, let alone children, you must be able to abandon your parents and even your own children... Wu Qiong, when you obtained the fate of the quasi-emperor, didn't you see those emperors' careful words?

If you can't even do the emperor's careful words, how can you become the only [Emperor]?"

Wu Qiong recalled the golden words she had seen before, opened her mouth but didn't know how to refute, just silently clenched her fists, and looked at the hemp-clothed boy in the pool of blood with a trace of pity in her eyes, as if she was struggling with herself.

The street was very quiet.

The only sounds were the dull fist sounds of people beating Li Fu and the heart-wrenching cry of A Qian beside him... All the people under Li Fu's command could not bear to watch any longer and turned their heads away silently.

Chen Ling's eyebrows slightly raised.

This Li Fu, it seems that he really didn't live up to his fate?

According to the situation, there was no need for him to do anything, Zhu Zhong would beat Li Fu to death... But Chen Ling knew very well that this matter was not that simple.

"A Qian..." The hemp-clothed boy in the chaos saw A Qian being kicked to the ground, crying loudly, and bloodshot eyes burst out.

He didn't know where the strength came from, he struggled to get up from the ground, and was about to rush out despite the punches and kicks!

"Brother Li!"

Hearing this, Han Dong could no longer bear it, and he pushed through the crowd, trying to make a way for Li Fu.

At the same time, he turned around and shouted to the young men who had followed Li Fu:

"If it weren't for Brother Li, you would have starved to death in the snow! Do you really have no mercy at all?!"

Hearing this, those people's faces showed entanglement. Looking at Li Fu, who was covered in blood, and A Qian, who was crying not far away, there were still a few people who remembered their old friendship and rushed out with Han Dong to help Li Fu pull a way out.

The hemp-clothed boy stumbled out of the chaotic battlefield, and regardless of his injuries and blurred vision, he pulled A Qian and ran away!

Zhu Zhong's eyes gradually became cold when he saw this. He slowly raised the heavy halberd in his hand and aimed at the two figures going away...

"Zhu Zhong, you should stop now."

Wu Qiong finally couldn't help but speak when he saw this. A trace of breath flowed out, and he raised his hand to block him and the running Li Fu.

"Do you really want to stand up for them?" Zhu Zhong's eyes fell on Wu Qiong, and a sneer rose at the corner of his mouth. "That's exactly what I want... I also want to see what the difference is between you and me, both of whom are quasi-emperors."

...

Two quasi-emperor auras rose in the ruins of the city, but Chen Ling never looked there.

His eyes were always fixed on the fleeing Li Fu. He saw the scars all over the boy's body, the boy's heartache for A Qian's injury, and the unwillingness in the boy's eyes...

The hemp-clothed boy looked back, hatred and anger were already engraved in his eyes.

A thought came to Chen Ling's mind.

He rubbed his chin thoughtfully, and a new script gradually took shape in his mind. A playful smile rose at the corner of his mouth...

He seemed to know how to kill Li Fu.