It's just that the sleeves of his shirt were torn, but Huang Zhaohui breathed a sigh of relief, he has been pampered since he was a child, and he was completely born with a golden spoon in his mouth, and no one dared to embarrass him under the preference of the Hou Ye, let alone such a pain of flesh and blood.

The eldest young master, who was completely fine-skinned and tender-skinned, looked at the sharp short knife and imagined that he had just been almost cut open by it, and Huang Zhaohui's scalp was a little numb.

It's just that at this time, what sounded in his ears was not the sound of the blade breaking the wind, the man had fallen to the ground, and he couldn't threaten him at all, and there was a burst of exclamations in his ears.

This is the voice of many laborers on the stone platform, which is mixed with a bit of abruptness.

Looking down, Huang Zhaohui's face suddenly turned a little pale, where was the man's knife just now, it was not good, it was cut at the crook of his left arm, and it also cut through his brocade clothes, exposing his arm.

There was no special birthmark on his arm, but don't forget that in order to lift the wooden box, he had just passed the magic whip through his back and wrapped it around his arm.

With the power of the magic weapon, he was able to lift the heavy wooden box, but now that his coat was shattered, and the brocade robe was cut by the young man, the black leather whip was naturally revealed.

Almost all the people present were martial artists, even if those laborers were not real martial cultivators, but with the cultivation of the martial apprentice realm, the common sense they should have would naturally not fall at all.

With just a glance, they saw what Huang Zhaohui was wrapped around in his hand, and they all understood it for a while, and a look of disdain flashed in their eyes.

This mocking look is especially in the soldiers guarding the field, as characters fighting on the battlefield, they respect bloody men, not idle gentlemen.

Not to mention that this gentleman actually used this method of self-deception to do such a ridiculous trick in public, and such an act simply lost the face of the old marquis.

Sensing that the sleeves of his shirt had been torn apart, Huang Zhaohui also noticed the change in the gaze around him, and they had turned from awe to mockery, making him almost mad with hatred.

A cold voice seemed to sound in his heart, if he could kill everyone in the field, wouldn't no one know about it? If he had enough strength and power, he would definitely slaughter all the creatures on this stone platform.

It's a pity that he doesn't have that kind of power and power, he can't influence the will of everyone, but the only thing he wants to do now is to completely clean up this guy who doesn't know whether he is alive or dead.

Huang Zhaohui used the power of the knife to retreat backwards, but he didn't run away, even if his mind was already frightened, but he still didn't forget that what was in front of him was just an ordinary mortal.

If it weren't for the opportunity of his carelessness, it would be absolutely impossible for a mortal to deceive him, even if he only had the cultivation of the warrior realm, but with a magic weapon on his body, killing an ordinary martial artist would be like turning a palm at all, and there was no difficulty.

At this time, his mind was captured, and he avoided it by retreating, and when he came back to his senses, he shook his right hand without hesitation.

Now that everyone has seen through it, he is not ready to continue pretending. With a shock of his right hand, the handle of the leather whip had already fallen into his palm, and the soft whip wrapped around his body also broke away at a speed that was indiscernible to the naked eye, and a terrifying wind swept across the void.

The whip slashed through the void, and with a crisp loud thud, the man with the broken leg suddenly rolled twice on the ground, blood staining the square area red. A huge laceration cut on his arm pierced almost his entire arm, revealing the white bones.

The man only let out a muffled snort, not screaming like a broken leg, and he continued to stare at the young man with his bloodshot eyes, as if he wanted to imprint his appearance into his soul.

Suddenly, he opened his mouth as if to laugh, but in the pain just now, his teeth had been crushed, and his mouth was covered with blood, and he could not make a clear sound at all.

But looking at his appearance, even if he couldn't hear it clearly, he could clearly guess that he was obviously laughing at him with the trick that Huang Zhaohui had just done, and his bloodthirsty eyes were like looking at a straw bale.

After Huang Zhaohui suddenly whipped him, he was startled by this man's ghost-like eyes, but soon, seeing the sarcasm in his eyes, he became angry again.

What kind of thing are you, and you dare to laugh at this son?!

The long whip in Huang Zhaohui's hand shook suddenly, this whip had been completely rendered in a pitch-black color, and the long whip had not fallen, and the fierce wind had already touched the man's cheek.

With this whip, he has completely activated the Yuan Force in his body, and he has been mad and completely murderous.

The whip fell, and the sound was no longer as crisp as before, but a little dull, but as the dull sound spread, all the laborers around the stone platform couldn't help but turn their faces.

They didn't have to look to guess that the whip had fallen on the head of the man with the broken leg. A warrior in the warrior realm struck a blow with anger, and the power exerted by a magic weapon long whip with all his strength was definitely not something that a laborer in the realm of martial arts could compete.

There was no second possibility for the young man, he had no chance to escape, and the dull sound was the echo of his head being pumped open.

Red and white things of various colors were sprinkled all over the stone platform, and a pungent smell of blood emanated from it, making a look of disgust flash in the eyes of this resentful young man. Raising his hand, he found a small handkerchief out of nowhere and covered his mouth and nose.

Everything was silent again, and no sound was heard, only the soldiers standing around them walked towards each other, and the sound of gold and iron from the iron pieces of their armor rubbing against each other echoed.

There was no whispering on the platform, where hundreds of people were working together, and everyone present seemed to have lost their voices, just staring blankly at the mutilated corpse.

The soldiers came over, but they couldn't say anything at all, did they have to ask them to question the prince of the Hou Mansion for a pariah?

What kind of joke is this?

The other three men who had been walking with this person from earlier turned pale and gathered their bodies for him, but the expressions on their faces were very obviously sad.

This is the gap between the upper and lower levels of the Divine Imperial County City, maybe among the many cities of the dynasty, it will not be so obvious, but here, in this chaotic Zhenhan Continent, even if a low-level untouchable is killed, it will not make too many waves.

But the murderer will not be punished in any way, and it is difficult to even hold him accountable.

The world is so simple, so unfair.