LEGEND OF THE DEMON KING.
162.BEING FAMOUS.
Xie Tianyang was still looking up at the sky, towards Tan Wen Hong, but then spoke in a sour tone,
“ damn, good for you to kill You Guiqi, but what do you play to take Ning’er?”
“Tianyang, help the others down, we will rush to the Sword Marquise Abode to heal them.
The Xue Clan will become the subordinate clan of Sword Marquise Abode.” Jian Suifeng pointed towards the crucified Xue clan.
Xie Tianyang jumped up and smiled, “That was my intention. Eighth elder, who knew we thought the same? I will also save the Ning clan’er.”
“Huh, who's like minded with brats?”
Jian Suifeng snorted, “You have seen the abilities of that little monster.
Only time will tell how far his strength will be reached.
Since he was trying so hard to save these people, it would not hurt to get his help.
We might even become friends in the future. And if we stand on the opposite side, we can use these people as hostages to deal with it.”
Xie Tianyang only smiled wryly at the slightest reason.
Huh, so you didn't save the Xue clan because of me but because of that jerk Tan Wen Hong.
Who is the Sword Marquise Abode's core disciple here?
If this comes out, my name will be dragged through the mud!
Despite secretly cursing, he still went to work. Because this was his goal all along, to help Xue Ningxiang.
Yet no one was wiser for half a mile, You Ming curled up shivering.
His fear of Tan Wen Hong grew out of proportion, so much so that he might never overcome this heart demon.
this is the third time! What have I ever done to you? Wherever I go, you come kill!
The last time you killed two elders and this time you killed my teacher.
You Ming cursed Tan Wen Hong to the high heaven.
But when Tan Wen Hong's cold face reappeared in his mind, his body shivered…
A day later, in the Emperor's garden in the Imperial capital.
Two old men were playing chess under the pavilion. One of them was wearing a golden dress and had a white temple and cloudy eyes, she was the Emperor of Tianyu Empire.
The other old man had a long beard, white hair, and exuded an imposing aura.
Every time a guard looked at him, their eyes were filled with respect.
Among the chirping of the melodious garden birds, the driven chess pieces made a soothing rhythm.
Suddenly, a lament broke the happy peace, “Lord, something big just happened ..”
A round meat ball weighing two hundred kilos rolled next to the emperor.
He shook the earth he was stepping on and made the chess match fall apart.
Rubbing his forehead, the emperor smiled sadly at the other man, who only smiled understandingly.
“Cong’er, didn't I tell you to face all the events calmly?
And did you not notice that I was playing chess with Mr Sima?”
“Y-yes, I know my mistake.” Yuwen Cong hurriedly bowed to the emperor and the old man, then wiped the sweat off his forehead.
“Speak, what's up?”
The emperor held another chess piece, paying no heed to his son.
Yuwen Cong forced his excitement and said in a serious tone, “Reporting to Lord Father, the seventh elder of the Hell Valley was killed a day ago!”