Zu An snapped out of his daze and looked at Meng Jing: "Isn't your Meng family always boasted of its profound heritage? Show us what other trump cards you have up your sleeve."

Meng Jing was completely devastated, his mind blank from the series of events that had just unfolded.

What other trump cards does the Meng family have left? Their previous trump cards were enough to kill countless experts, but none of them were effective against you.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Zu An reached out and pulled the other man into the air, lifting him up by the neck from a distance, and said indifferently, "Since it's gone, then we should settle our accounts."

As he spoke, the boning knife floated in the air, gesturing as if contemplating which direction to cut off his head.

Meng Jing's face turned ashen, and he thought to himself that he couldn't bear to torture people like this.

There is nothing more terrifying than death, and that is the wait for death.

Just then, shouts rang out from afar: "Spare his life!"

As they spoke, five elderly men flew over from different directions. Each of them had white hair, but their complexions were exceptionally rosy, and they were dressed in magnificent clothes, clearly indicating that they were of extraordinary status.

What shocked the various forces in the capital even more was that each of these people was at the peak of the Grandmaster level, seemingly only one step away from becoming an Earth Immortal.

"When did the capital city have so many top experts?" A rogue cultivator in a distant inn couldn't help but be a little lost in thought.

"Are you stupid? These are the legendary Eight Immortals. They usually stay in their respective families and cultivate in seclusion. But with such a big commotion in the capital today, it would be strange if they didn't wake up," another knowledgeable man explained to him.

"Since they are all members of the Eighth Duke, aren't they going to help the Meng family?" another person asked.

"It's hard to say. The fighting power that Zu guy has shown is simply heaven-defying. Hachiko isn't a monolithic entity, so he might not stand up for him."

...

Such discussions took place in every corner of the capital, with all sides speculating on how things would develop next.

Zu'an looked at the five old men and asked, "Who are you?"

Although they had a rough idea of ​​what was going on based on the other party's strength, they had never actually seen these people before.

“I am Zhuang He,” the old man on the east side said proudly, stroking his long beard. Seeing that the other party did not react after hearing his name, his expression stiffened and he had to add, “Zhuang He, the Grand Tutor of the current dynasty.”

In any other situation, his subordinates would have already come out to support him; there's no reason for him to personally introduce him.

However, a fierce battle had just taken place here, and the terrifying aftereffects still lingered, making it impossible for those with lower cultivation levels to get through.

He was worried about misunderstandings and conflicts, so he thought it best to reveal his identity first.

After all, the strength this kid showed before was a bit... strong.

Zuan said "Oh," and looked at the others: "What about you guys?"

The remaining elderly men raised their eyebrows, but still managed to suppress their emotions and began to introduce themselves one by one.

“Yu Rui, the current Grand Protector,” said the most handsome of the old men.

Zu'an couldn't help but glance at him again. His surname was Yu.

Upon closer reflection, it seems I've seen information about the Yu family before.

Going back a few generations, he and Yu Yanluo were indeed from the same family; strictly speaking, he was Yu Yanluo's great-uncle generation.

However, the family has already separated several generations ago and now belongs to different families.

Therefore, he did not express his opinion when Zhao Hao dealt with the Yu family.

However, Zhao Hao gave him face and did not completely wipe out the Yu family.

A large portion of the Yuan Stone mining industry in Yunzhong County is still in the hands of the Yu family.

“I am Zhao Song, the Grand Commandant of the current dynasty!” said another white-faced, beardless old man.

Zuan recalled some information he had obtained before. This person was a figure of Zhao Hao's grandfather's generation, an antique among the royal family of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

However, his lineage has always been dwindling in number. Some of his descendants died before him, and more importantly, they left behind very few descendants. It is likely that his line will die out soon.

“I am Situ Du Jian,” said an elderly man with an exceptionally round head.

Zu An nodded. His son had also served as the Crown Prince's Junior Attendant in his early years, so they had some connection.

"I am Cheng Yuan, the Grand General of the current dynasty!" The remaining old man spoke with a strong voice, as loud as a bell.

They were unaware of the initial battles. After all, at their level, worldly affairs were no longer of interest to them; they pursued the Dao and aimed to advance further on their cultivation path.

But when Meng Jing emerged from seclusion, that familiar aura still startled them.

I wondered why this old guy had suddenly appeared. Had something big happened?

Even so, they had no intention of leaving seclusion. After all, at their age, each movement would consume their already limited lifespan, so cultivation and breakthroughs were more important.

After all, with Meng Jing's strength and the Meng family's resources, settling a matter would be a piece of cake for him.

But then, unexpectedly, Meng Jing's aura suddenly weakened, as if he had fallen.

Later, the golden dragon appeared, and eventually even attracted the aura of the Dragon King. They could no longer sit still and came out of seclusion one after another.

Upon arriving, he saw Zu An about to kill Meng Jing and instinctively spoke up to stop him.

For ordinary cultivators in the capital, the sight of Hachiko reappearing in the world was a magnificent spectacle.

Countless cultivators throughout the capital were extremely excited. Since they began cultivating, they had heard of the legends and fame of the Eighth Master from the imperial court.

These people, who were pursuing the Heavenly Dao, had been in seclusion in their mansions for many years and never expected to have the chance to see its true face today.

But the current situation seems a bit awkward.

Upon seeing these people, Meng Jing's eyes shone with a strange light, but unfortunately, an invisible hand was gripping his throat, preventing him from speaking. He could only gaze at his old friends with pleading and hopeful eyes.

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