Rebirth of Devouring Dragon Emperor

Chapter 593 Snap your fingers
"Thank you, brothers in the army!"

"Thank you for coming to rescue us!"

Hearing the words of gratitude from their own people, the Japanese soldiers felt extremely comfortable and an unprecedented sense of pride immediately filled their hearts.

They are just cultivators. As long as we defend against their sneak attacks, is there anything that can't be solved with a missile?

If one shot doesn't work, try ten shots a hundred times.

It’s just a matter of quantity!

The Japanese battalion commander waved his hand and shouted excitedly: "Brothers, the cultivators are no match for us. There are only three murderers left. Keep up the good work. Everyone, bring missiles and follow me to kill them!"

"Hi!" Hundreds of soldiers answered loudly and excitedly, and then quickly returned to the vehicle to move the missiles.

Ye Qing and the other two kept chasing each other in the city, overturning huge buildings one after another. It was impossible for humans to catch up with them just by their own strength.

However, this did not pose a problem for the Japanese battalion commander, as he had already considered it quite thoroughly as he had imagined fighting with cultivators many times.

"Team One, go to the 12 o'clock position, one kilometer away!"

"Team Two, everyone go to the 3 o'clock, 500-meter position!"

"Team Three, go to the 5-meter position at 2500 o'clock!"

"Attention, all teams! If the killer gets close to your position, fire your individual missiles together!"

The battalion commander had full confidence in his tactics. There were hundreds of practitioners just now, and he wiped them out with just ten missiles.

Now each team carries at least 15 individual missiles, so it would definitely be much easier to deal with just three practitioners.

The Japanese soldiers carried missiles and moved quickly towards the designated positions of each team.

Such an action made Yang Xiaocong and others break out in cold sweat on their foreheads.

Practitioners are also human beings. Can their flesh and blood withstand missiles? Those who can withstand bullets are already very impressive!

Even netizens in China who were watching the live broadcast became anxious and were all cursing on the screen.

"Host, you are such a waste of money, why don't you go and remind Ye Shen!"

"That was a missile. Just now, all 100 practitioners were killed directly. It was too dangerous!"

"Don't just stand there, inform Master Ye Qing quickly!"

"As long as Ye Shen is reminded, those missiles won't be able to hit him!"

"Oh, this is really urgent. Host, please shout faster. Ye Shen should be able to hear you!"

At this time, the distance between them is almost 1000 meters, and shouting to remind Ye Qing will probably be no response.

Yang Xiaocong was so anxious that she was running around like a monkey. After a while, she said to Chu Xian awkwardly, "Beauty, you are a cultivator, so your voice must be louder than ordinary people like us. Just shout a few times to remind Ye Shen?"

"It's just a missile, and a low-level one at that. How can it possibly do anything to my master?" Chu Xian glanced at the boy and said proudly.

She herself is not strong enough, so she must be a little afraid of missiles, but as for her confidence in her master, she would only be worried if a nuclear bomb were to come.

Ye Qing is a bit strange sometimes. He obviously has the arrogance of the Dragon Emperor and is too lazy to lower his pride and mentality to deal with ordinary Japanese. However, he always deals with them with the help of a third party.

It is because of the overall quality and background of the Japanese that he often dislikes them.

Suddenly, Ye Qing said to the two monks in front, "You two are almost out of energy, right?"

The voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard by Kong Jianshen and Kong Jianyuan. Kong Jianyuan turned back fiercely and said, "Boy, our reinforcements will be here soon. By then, it will be too late for you to escape!"

"Reinforcements? They must be the monks from your Buddhist temple, right?" Ye Qing said calmly, "They were just killed by your Japanese army. Didn't you notice? They used missiles."

There was indeed a loud noise just now, but the two monks were unwilling to believe the result at all.

Veins popped up on Kong Jianshen's face. While trying to control the artifact, he roared: "How dare the army be so bold? You are lying!"

"What a nation that loves to kill each other," Ye Qing shook his head and reminded them calmly, "Pay attention, there is another missile coming 40 meters to the right. It will be fatal."

"Swish" and "Swish" sounds were heard, and this strange sound forced the two monks to turn their heads to the right front.

Suddenly, all the expressions on their faces were replaced by astonishment.

More than a dozen missiles, dragging long tails of fire in the air, were less than ten meters away from the two of them.

Even though they are both masters among cultivators, it is totally impossible for them to dodge at such a distance!
“No——” Kong Jianshen and Kong Jianyuan never understood until their death why their brothers did not die at the hands of the Chinese, but were killed by their own people instead.

Aren't Japanese practitioners supposed to be superior?
Who gave this damn order?
A deafening explosion sounded, and the two powerful men whose true energy had been exhausted were torn to pieces by the shock wave.

Nothing was left except a huge crater on the ground.

Another brilliant victory!

The soldiers of the Ninth Squad immediately cheered, singing and dancing. For ordinary people like them, killing a high-ranking cultivator with their own hands was an honor they could brag about for the rest of their lives.

"We are cultivator killers!"

"Long live!"

At this time, Ye Qing's figure appeared in front of the deep pit created by the missile. He stretched out his hand and summoned lightly, and the Ghost Mother Prayer Wheel and the Ghost Rosary flew into his palm.

With a thought, the two broken artifacts were instantly ground into powder, and the energy of the artifacts was directly consumed.

The magic weapon held by the ghost cultivator is quite good, more nourishing than other magic weapons. Ye Qing is in a very good mood.

"There is another one. He...he was not killed in the explosion!" A soldier from the ninth team pointed at Ye Qing and screamed in fear as if he had seen a ghost.

This reaction was normal, as these soldiers had tried using guns before and were unable to kill the cultivators;
They can only deal with it with missiles, but now, all the missiles of their Ninth Team have been launched!
"Baga, what are you still standing there for? Run away!" The team leader shouted in panic and immediately turned around and ran away.

Ye Qing looked at the direction the team was fleeing in, with an indifferent smile on his face.

Almost without any warning, the heads of everyone in Team 9 suddenly exploded!
Everyone in the city had their eyes on this place, but no one could figure out why those soldiers died so strangely. Did each of them stuff a grenade in his mouth?

Ye Qing was spotless and walked towards his maid calmly.

With him as the center, there were at least a dozen teams carrying missiles moving towards him quickly.

Each team leader has made up their mind: as long as the distance gets close to 100 meters, they will immediately launch all missiles at that person!

From the perspective of others, this is a race between life and death.

In Ye Qing's view, this was just a matter of snapping his fingers.

So he snapped his fingers lightly.

Boom——

(End of this chapter)