With a furious shout, a powerful force crashed down on the field.

A figure appeared before everyone; it was Murong Shun!

"Um?"

Just then, the vampire prince Ankerie stared intently at Murong Shun's hand.

All that could be seen in Murong Shun's hand was a broken sword!

How could this be? Didn't he send another prince to retrieve the broken sword? How did it end up on him?

"How did the broken sword end up on you? Where is Snow?" Anker asked in a deep voice.

Murong Shun glanced at him, then said calmly, "He naturally received the judgment he deserved."

Meanwhile, on the other side...

Fan Dongcheng stared coldly at the prince lying on the ground convulsing, without a trace of emotion.

Just now, he arrived with a group of experts to support Murong Shun and finally captured this prince!

The reason Fan Dongcheng didn't take back the broken sword was because Murong Shun was the deputy hall master of the Dragon Palace, and even he had to give him some face. Moreover, Murong Shun had promised to send the money from the auction of the broken sword after this matter was over.

So Fan Dongcheng didn't say anything more.

Looking at the vampire prince, a glint of light flashed in Fan Dongcheng's eyes: "Take him away."

"yes!"

Two men immediately dragged the dying Prince Snow away.

"Lord Fan, what should we do now?"

Suddenly, Master Qingdao spoke up from the side.

Yes, he also came to the scene to show his support, and not only him, but several other highly respected masters were also present.

Fan Dongcheng narrowed his eyes, then said, "This matter is no longer something you can interfere with. Go back."

"But what about the Philosopher's Stone?" Master Qingdao asked hesitantly.

"If you want it, you can go and steal it!" Fan Dongcheng glanced at him.

Master Qingdao's face stiffened, then turned somewhat ugly.

"Do you think that just because you've made it onto the Dragon Ranking, you're a powerful figure?" Fan Dongcheng asked, looking at Qingdao Zhenren.

The latter remained silent.

The Dragon Ranking is a list designed to measure the martial arts masters in the country. Those who can make it onto the list are undoubtedly the top figures in the country. However, it is not true that making it onto the list is absolute, because there are too many strong people in this world!

Take the prince who was just beaten to a pulp, for example. His opponent's strength far exceeded that of Master Qingdao, but he was still beaten half to death.

Fan Dongcheng shook his head: "There are many people in this world that you can't afford to offend. Obviously, everyone who got involved tonight is one of them. So, you're destined to be excluded from this high-level game. You'd better watch yourselves, or don't blame me for not warning you."

After saying that, he left with his men.

Master Qingdao narrowed his eyes, then snorted coldly. He was, after all, a master, highly respected in the martial arts world. To be taught a lesson by a bandit king was a huge loss of face for him.

As if struck by a thought, a glint of greed flashed in his eyes, and his figure suddenly vanished...

"Are we really not going to help?" the swordsman asked, looking at the distant rooftop.

"Hey, did you go crazy from practicing swordsmanship? How could the boss possibly be in trouble?" Lati said nonchalantly from the side, clutching the box containing the thousand-year-old spirit ginseng.

The swordsman looked at him without saying a word, just staring intently.

"Hey! Why are you looking at me like that? Let me tell you, I'm straight!" Lati said with a submissive expression.

The swordsman said calmly, "With your foul mouth, why would the Killer Master let you follow him?"

Lati calmly replied, "Of course, it's the power of money!"

swordsman:"……"

Nightingale, ignoring the bickering between the two, also looked towards the rooftop with a worried expression.

"Don't worry, sister-in-law, the boss will be fine. He's the master killer of the underworld!" Lati couldn't help but remind her when she saw this.

Nightingale suddenly looked at him: "Killed the master? What did he experience in the dark world before?"

She didn't know much about Qin Ziling's experiences overseas over the past few years, and when she asked him, he just gave her the runaround.

"Boss... this is a complicated story, like making a movie..."

Lati's gaze was somewhat complicated as she reminisced about the past.

"The Killer Lord is the most powerful being in the dark world. Like the other two, they are undisputed kings, and even on a global scale, they are super strong beings," the swordsman suddenly said.

To kill a tyrant, you don't need to say much; just one phrase, "the strongest!" is enough!

Nightingale seemed to understand the swordsman's meaning. She looked into the distance and asked, "He can win, right?"

After all, the opponent is a god-level figure.

At the level of a main god, within the upper echelons of the Dragon Palace, they are classified as SSS-level dangerous beings. Powerful individuals of this level possess the strength to destroy an entire army!

"It's hard to say," the swordsman said in a deep voice.

"Hey, swordsman, how can you belittle our leader like that? Back then, he easily crushed a prince! How could a mere god possibly be a match for our leader?" Lati said, dissatisfied.

The swordsman said calmly, "That was before. After that divine war, the Lord of Slaughter's strength was sealed by the temple. Now, he can only unleash less than half of his peak strength. Do you think he can take on three people at once now?"

Lati's face stiffened, and he suddenly looked terrified: "You mean, the boss's power has been sealed?"

The swordsman was somewhat surprised: "You didn't know?"

That shouldn't be the case! Given Lati's status in the underworld, as a noblewoman, how could she not know about the upheavals within it? Damn, almost the entire underworld knows about the God War, okay?

Of course, many people believe that the slayer perished in the war of gods.

Lati's face turned ashen as he said, "What the hell do I know! I've been living a life worse than death these past few years! The old man has been keeping me locked up, making me learn this and that, just so I can inherit his estate after he dies! No wonder the boss hasn't contacted me for so long, turns out something huge has happened!"

As he spoke, he said with some worry, "Oh no! Is the boss going to kick the bucket?"

"I'll go help him!" Nightingale's face paled, and she turned to rush towards the rooftop.

The swordsman suddenly stopped her: "You can't go. With your strength, you won't be of any help at all. That's the truth."

Nightingale glared at him coldly: "Then I want to go too!"

"Sister-in-law, calm down! The swordsman is right. Boss is in danger himself. If you go over there, he'll have to worry about protecting you. No, no, it's too dangerous!" Lati said quickly.

The swordsman's lips twitched. "Damn it, can't you speak properly? Even if what you said is true, don't say it like that! Isn't that hurting my self-esteem?"

The nightingale looked grim.

She is indeed powerless to face a main god, but if something happens to Qin Ziling, she will not live alone!

"I have to go!"

Her expression was resolute.

The swordsman was silent for a moment, then said, "Then let's go together!"

Lati's face darkened.

"You can't go anywhere!"

Just then, a figure blocked their way.