The King of Zhongbei looked solemn, his eyes filled with panic.
There are some things that should never be said.
But at this point, in order to save his life, he had no choice but to speak.
"Young Master Ye, it was indeed I who asked the Governor of Qianzhou to set a trap for the Ye family five years ago to seize the Eight Desolations Map."
However, that was not my original intention. Someone explicitly told me to do this, and that person made it clear that after the deed was done, the Ye clan would be wiped out, leaving no survivors.
Later, after the Eight Desolations Map was sent out, I learned that it contained a shocking secret. I wanted to retrieve it, but absurdly, the map was intercepted en route, and none of the twelve grandmasters who escorted it survived.
In one breath, King Zhongbei recounted the whole story of what happened back then.
"You were not the ultimate culprit after all."
Ye Qiu's eyes were cold.
The King of Zhongbei said bitterly, "I don't even know what the Eight Desolations Map is. Back then, that person was incredibly powerful, and I wanted to take advantage of that power, so... that's why I went astray."
"Young Master Ye, if you promise not to kill me, I can tell you that person's name and identity."
"Speak!" Ye Qiu silently clenched his fist.
"Young Master Ye, you haven't promised not to kill me yet."
Zhongbei Wang's voice was deep.
He absolutely needs a promise!
King Zhongbei knew very well that a master of Ye Qiu's caliber would never break a promise once he made it to someone.
Ye Qiu took a deep breath; he truly didn't want the King of Zhongbei to live.
But once it was known that the King of Zhongbei was not the ultimate culprit, whether the King of Zhongbei lived or died was no longer important; all that mattered was ensuring that he could not escape punishment.
Thinking of this, Ye Qiu said, "I won't kill you, just tell me!"
"Alright, alright, thank you very much, Young Master Ye."
King Zhongbei took two deep breaths, his eyes filled with fear, as if the mere thought of the name that was about to be mentioned was enough to make him tremble with fear.
"Will you tell me or not?"
Ye Qiu was losing patience.
"I'll talk, I'll talk," Zhongbei Wang gritted his teeth; "That person, his name is Zhou..."
laugh……
Before the King of Zhongbei could utter a single word, a flash of cold light suddenly struck, piercing his heart and exploding within it.
King Zhongbei died on the spot, his eyes wide open in death.
Ye Qiu was furious and hurriedly tried to help the King of Zhongbei.
But at this moment, the King of Zhongbei was already dead, and even a great immortal could not save him.
Ye Qiu turned his head angrily and saw a white-haired man with a mask on standing in a grand hall, holding a sword.
He was like a peerless swordsman, transcending the mortal world, with an ethereal temperament, yet he gave people an incomparably sharp and oppressive feeling.
"Who are you? Why have you ruined my plans?"
Ye Qiu stared intently at the white-haired man.
The white-haired man's gaze was fixed on Ye Qiu, and he spoke in a slightly aged voice: "Young man, killing the King of Zhongbei and preventing you from knowing the truth is a good thing for you. You should thank me."
"What's the meaning?"
Ye Qiu suppressed the urge to take action.
The white-haired man calmly said, "That person is an unparalleled being you cannot afford to offend. In his eyes, you are like an ant. I advise you to give up on revenge."
Furthermore, strictly speaking, now that the King of Zhongbei is dead, the revenge for the Ye family of Qianzhou can be considered complete. You should stop here.
"You think you can just stop like that? It seems you know more than you think."
Ye Qiu's aura suddenly changed, like an awakened celestial dragon.
As Ye Qiu's aura changed, the void around him began to distort slightly.
"Huh? You want to fight me?"
The white-haired man seemed somewhat surprised.
"The King of Zhongbei is dead. You must tell me the truth."
Ye Qiu flashed and charged straight at the white-haired man.
"Haha, little kid, you're being far too naive. You're still a long way from being able to fight me."
The white-haired man raised his hand and drew his sword.
The sword was drawn, its clear light flashing, as if the void itself was being torn apart.
"kill!"
The white-haired man's single word "kill" was like a thunderclap.
"All talk and no action, I'll see how strong you really are."
Ye Qiu sneered and launched an unstoppable attack.
boom!
The two exchanged a blow, their true energy colliding like a collision of planets, creating a tremendous impact. A large hall below was instantly destroyed by the aftershocks.
Ye Qiu and the white-haired man each retreated a distance.
"Hmm? You are actually a Grandmaster?"
The white-haired man was extremely shocked.
At the same time, Ye Qiu also looked solemn.
Because the white-haired man in front of him was no less skilled in martial arts than him, ridiculously strong, a true super master.
Even so, it couldn't stop Ye Qiu.
Ye Qiu charged at the white-haired man again, and a great battle broke out on the spot.
Boom boom boom...
Inside the Zhongbei Prince's Mansion, the palaces collapsed one after another, and smoke and dust filled the air.
Meanwhile, the battle between Ye Qiu and the white-haired man grew increasingly intense.
After exchanging hundreds of blows, both men were severely injured and covered in blood.
But at this moment, Ye Qiu's eyes were still extremely sharp, and he became more and more courageous as the battle progressed.
The white-haired man's swordsmanship was extraordinary, yet at this moment, he was utterly shocked.
He stared intently at Ye Qiu and said seriously, "Young man, it took me 130 years of cultivation to reach my current level of skill, but you are only in your twenties and your martial arts cultivation is no less than mine. This is truly heaven-defying."
But if you insist on fighting me to the death, you might damage your very essence, making it difficult to grow stronger in the future. You should think this through carefully.
"Are you scared? Are you afraid of dying?" Ye Qiu sneered. "If you're scared, tell me that person's name is Zhou something. As long as you tell me, this battle will end!"
"Dream on," the white-haired man said in a deep voice. "I advise you not to fight a losing battle."
"It seems you still want to continue playing."
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