Volume 1, Chapter 192: Six Saints Visit the Northern Rogues

Ye Tingmu led everyone walking along the main street in the city.

I wonder if it’s because the noise from the battle between the saints in heaven was too loud.

The night market, which should have been bustling, was now deserted with not a single soul in sight.

The lights in every house have been turned off, the doors are closed and it is eerily quiet.

Although Ye Tingmu had led everyone out of danger at this time, his brows were still tightly furrowed.

Dahei said, besides the White-haired Immortal and the Northern Maniac King.

There are also four auras of saints.

So, apart from Feng Shanke who just showed up, Yanran still has three other people who have not shown up yet.

He didn't know whether the other party was an enemy or a friend, so he was naturally worried.

This scene was indeed something he had not expected.

There are only a handful of saints in Kyushu.

But today, six Northerners showed up, including Dongfang Shuo who lived in Banyue.

Seven saints in total.

What a concept.

Is it really just to kill Feng He that they have to mobilize such a large army?

He gritted his teeth and said to Dongfang Xing: "Let's go to Banyueju."

Dongfang Xing thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.

Of course he knew why his ancestor couldn't go down the mountain.

Now that the Three Saints have appeared, it is true that only Banyueju is safe.

At least, no one dared to touch Dongfang Shuo in Banyuejuli.

At this time, outside the Beimang City.

Two figures stood in the air.

Just staring at each other like this.

The person blocking the way wrapped himself tightly in a black night suit.

Only a pair of eyes gleaming with cold light were revealed.

In his hand was a five-inch blood-red dagger.

And in front of him was a handsome man.

The man's clothes fluttered and his long hair hung high.

She is beautiful.

He is like that handsome man on the street, as white as jade and unparalleled in the world.

Under the moonlight, the starry suit sparkles with twinkling stars, making it even more mysterious and extraordinary.

He is Xu Ping'an of Zhaixing Tower, the youngest saint in the world.

"You followed me all the way. What do you want?"

The man in black snorted coldly.

"Palace Master Xu, you are asking even though you know the answer."

Xu Ping'an had a worried look on his face.

"May I ask which Heavenly Master of the Tiandao Academy or which Elder of the Tingchao Pavilion you are?"

"Palace Master Xu, why are you asking? I won't tell you."

"There are only a few saints in Jiuzhou. If you take action, this palace master will naturally know it?"

The man in black suddenly laughed wildly.

"Hahaha.....So what if he knows? Since I'm here, I'm naturally not afraid of the Palace Master knowing."

Xu Ping'an's face darkened, and he flipped his palm. A crystal ball as bright as the galaxy appeared in his hand.

"Sir, you are no match for me, so why force me?"

The man in black bent his body slightly when he saw this.

A purple aura lingered around the blood-red dagger in his hand.

"My mission is just to hold the Palace Master back. Whether I can win or not is not important."

"Then I won't waste my time talking to you."

Xu Ping'an's tone suddenly changed.

There was a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.

The crystal ball in his hand suddenly burst out with blazing starlight as bright as day.

The man in black didn't hesitate and rushed out suddenly.

The two instantly engaged in battle.

Two more saints started fighting outside the city.

At this time, Dongfang Shuo stood in the center of the half moon.

It's as if everything is in sight.

Now we see the sudden huge commotion outside the city.

His brows furrowed even more tightly.

"This kid Xu Ping'an also fought with others, but he still had the aura of Tiandaoyuan. This northern rogue suddenly appeared out of nowhere with the Five Saints today. What a big move."

At this time, behind Ye Tingmu and others.

Except for the twelve sect masters of Fengyue Tinghai Sect who were following.

There were also four long rainbows shooting out from the city.

Among these four people, one is a saint, one is entering sainthood, and two are extraordinary.

They all came from Kyoto.

At this time, King Wu had already sent Chao Yu back to the Beimang Palace.

And then leave in a hurry.

Seeing this, Chao Yu asked, "Where are you going, Mr. Wu..."

King Wu Yan said: "Third Prince, Ye Tingmu and others cannot die today. I will go to protect them."

Upon hearing this, Chao Yu frowned and glared.

"Heh... Old Wu, you better understand that Ye Tingmu is colluding with the Blood God Cult to plot against my grandfather, and you actually want to save him. This prince orders you not to go."

King Wu Yan ignored him and continued walking out the door.

Chao Yu angrily asked: "Wu Yanwang, do you want to rebel?"

King Wu stopped and turned around.

"Third Prince, do you know who attacked the king today?"

"This prince naturally knows about the remnants of the Blood God Cult."

"That's right, and it's the White-haired Immortal, the right protector of the Blood God Cult, and once the third most skilled person in the Blood God Cult."

Chao Yu snorted coldly, "What does this have to do with me asking you not to save Ye Tingmu?"

"So what? My grandfather will definitely be able to kill this man."

Upon hearing this, King Wu Yan was both angry and amused.

Chao Yu is indeed clever, but he is not a strategic person.

He deserved to lose. If it weren't for his grandfather, King Beimang, he would have died countless times.

"Your Highness, do you know that during the battle between the Six Sects and the Blood God Cult, this person severely injured the old Heavenly Master, Wang Changsheng?"

When these words were spoken, Chao Yu was shocked. Wang Changsheng was well-known. In the eyes of the public, he was the number one person in the world.

Anyone who can seriously injure him must be very powerful.

Then isn’t that my own grandfather?

Seeing Chao Yu’s ugly expression, Wu Yanwang sneered.

"So Your Highness should pray that the King is alright. Otherwise, I'm afraid Your Highness won't be able to leave Beimang City."

After saying this, he hurried away with a hint of evil charm on his lips.

In his opinion, if the white-haired immortal really wanted to kill the Northern Maniac King, it would only be a matter of time.

If the Northern Maniac King dies today.

It is conceivable that Chao Yu will lose the support of Bei Mang.

Keep him alive, just one thing, to use.

As for whether Ye Tingmu lets you live or not, he has no control over that.

As long as King Beimang dies, you, Chaoyu, will completely lose the qualification to compete for the throne.

And if the eldest prince wants to become the emperor, let’s put aside the foolish second prince.

You, Chaoyu, must die, otherwise my name will be unjust and my words will be unreasonable.

If you want to live, you can. Let the Fourth Prince be the emperor. He may let you live as long as you are useful.

Although Chao Yu has achieved nothing, his mother's master is a real saint and has a certain say in the Youshui Sect.

Since Wu Yanwang wanted to help the Fourth Prince, he naturally had to plan everything properly and make the most of everything that could be used.

Chao Yu sat down on the ground with a look of panic on his face.

He clenched his fists and looked toward the dome.

Pray in your heart.

"Grandpa, you can't die."

He knew what King Wu meant. If his grandfather died, then all of this... would be gone.

On the long street at this time.

Ye Tingmu and others were still heading towards Banyueju.

And Dahei's voice sounded again.

But only Ye Tingmu could hear it.

"Here it comes..."

Ye Tingmu asked in surprise: "What's coming?"

Dahei answered irrelevantly: "I will help you kill that saint, and you can handle the rest by yourselves."

Ye Tingmu's eyes darkened.

“Besides the saints, how many others are there?”

"It's quite a lot, but you should be able to handle it. I can only take action once, otherwise it will be a bit troublesome."

"OK."