Logically speaking, there is a soul after death, so Elder Rong should have been happy, since having a sense after death is far better than nothingness.

But now he couldn't feel happy at all; instead, he felt a fear that came from the depths of his soul.

The other party seemed to be his nemesis, with a kind of bloodline suppression.

A single glance, a single thought, could reduce him to ashes.

He instinctively wanted to escape, but the other person was staring at him, so he couldn't move at all.

With a casual gesture, Zu'an collected the souls of Elder Rong and the others into the Netherworld Life and Death Ceremony, planning to interrogate them later when he had time.

Yun Yuqing's eyes widened. These people were all experts she had brought from the Demon Clan, and the cultivation they had just displayed was even more advanced than she knew.

She then set up the Trapping Yuan Formation first, and the fact that her cultivation was suppressed to that extent shows its power.

But even so, they couldn't get Ah Zu to take action.

Zu'an did not linger and walked step by step toward Yi Wang and the others.

He wasn't walking fast, but the Prince of Yi and the others felt it was too fast; as the other party approached, the hairs on their bodies stood on end.

"Fire arrows! Fire arrows!" Zhao Quan and Zhao Zhang shouted hoarsely. After all, they had been in the army for a long time and immediately used their last strength to save themselves.

Their troops consisted of the imperial court's elite field army. Soon, a group of loyal followers obeyed orders, drawing their bows and nocking their arrows. These arrows were all armor-piercing arrows treated with special rune arrays, specifically designed to counter the protective true energy of cultivation masters.

However, Zu'an didn't even glance at them. The powerful and sharp arrows that approached him naturally annihilated and turned to ashes.

At this moment, Zu'an had already arrived beside King Yi. King Yi's mount was originally one in a million, but it could not withstand the oncoming pressure. Its four legs trembled, and its whole body went limp and it lay prostrate on the ground, shaking, as if it were worshipping some supreme being.

The Prince of Yi was thrown to the ground. He tried to get up and draw his weapon to bolster his courage.

Unfortunately, his legs were trembling so badly that he tried to get up several times but collapsed to the ground with a thud, let alone take out his weapon.

As a prince and member of the royal family, he has a group of skilled fighters and assassins under his command over the years.

Seeing him fall from his horse, they instinctively wanted to go and protect him, but they were all suppressed by an immense power, feeling a tremor and an impulse to worship from the depths of their souls, as if the will of heaven and earth had descended upon this place.

Seeing this, Zhao Quan and Zhao Zhang, who were relatively far apart, did not hesitate and each used their secret techniques to escape into the distance.

At that moment, they had only one thought in their minds: to escape.

The farther away from here the better, not even needing to go home. It would be best to escape the capital, or even escape the human race altogether, and find a desolate place to hide under an assumed name and see if there is any chance of survival.

If they had known that Zu'an was this powerful, they wouldn't have dared to oppose them even if they had ten times the courage, let alone seek revenge.

Previously, I had only heard about the destruction of the Meng family from others, and I didn't really understand it. Now that I'm facing them head-on, I realize how terrifying they are.

The suffocating sense of oppression was even greater than that of the late emperor.

The two men dashed desperately in opposite directions, gambling on their fifty percent chance of survival.

The brotherly affection they usually feigned vanished; they were secretly hoping the other would go after his brother so he wouldn't have a chance to pursue him.

Zuan stood still, showing no intention of chasing. Instead, he raised his hand, and the two of them immediately felt a terrifying suction force coming from behind them. They tried their best to break free, but were instantly submerged in that terrifying power.

"Huh? Why am I seeing my back?"

The two brothers were startled to see their bodies struggling to move forward, yet they found themselves involuntarily moving backward.

"Is this what they call out-of-body experience?"

They had barely realized what was happening when everything went black, and they knew nothing more.

Seeing that Zu'an had managed to pull the two brothers' lives out of their bodies from such a distance, Yi Wang felt his scalp tingling and a warm current rising in his crotch. He frantically begged for mercy, "Don't kill me, don't kill me..."

Zuan looked at him coldly, then gently lifted his fingers to touch his forehead.

The Prince of Yi opened his mouth several times, wanting to plead for mercy, but when faced with the life-or-death situation, he found himself unable to speak, only filled with endless fear.

Suddenly, several anxious voices came from afar:

"Have mercy!"

"Regent, no!"

...

Jiang Luofu looked up and saw several white-haired old men running towards her from all directions of the capital. Her heart skipped a beat. It was Hachiko!

Of course, now only the five dukes remain: Grand Tutor Zhuang He, Grand Protector Yu Rui, Grand Commandant Prince Yiyang Zhao Song, Minister of Works Du Jian, and General Cheng Yuan.

It should be noted that the Eight Dukes of the Imperial Court were the eight most respected elders of the entire human race, and even Zhao Hao treated them with great courtesy back then.

In the past, the entire capital would tremble at the appearance of any one of the Eighth Masters, and countless families would respectfully welcome them.

But now that all eight are out, it doesn't seem to feel special anymore?

After all, the other three of the Eight Dukes—Grand Tutor Zhao Chen, Minister of Works Meng Jing, and Grand Marshal Shi Miao—seemed to have all died at the hands of Zu An.

The remaining few all had none of their usual arrogance on their faces, only humble smiles.

The smile, as seen by Jiang Luofu, seemed to carry a hint of flattery.

The five elders were also extremely frustrated at this moment. They were all patriarchs of their respective families, and their lifespans were already limited. They usually stayed in their caves to cultivate in seclusion and would not come out unless it was a matter of life and death for the human race.

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