Everyone has a temper, let alone Zhou Dinglong, the dignified lord of Jiangzhou.
No matter how strong Zhou Boxin was personally, Zhou Dinglong still had to stand up for himself.
"Third Uncle, I have no money, but you can take my life!"
"Good, that's tough. I hope you'll continue to be tough!"
After saying that, Zhou Boxin tore through the void and disappeared from the room.
Is that all?
What exactly did Zhou Boxin mean by these words?
What does it mean to have the same backbone from now on?
Are there other people trying to rob me?
Wait, he can't be talking about Li Fan, can he?
Li Fan had done something similar when he was impersonating Bei Ming Tun Qiong.
It seems quite possible that they might try to take me away!
Can I stand up to Li Fan?
Zhou Dinglong asked himself the question, and then a bitter smile appeared on his face.
I can't be tough!
Li Fan killed two princes from just one prefecture.
Her identity was not only useless in front of him, but might even excite this "royal family terminator" more.
Since that's the case, let's head north!
Since things have come to this, we might as well just sneak back to Tiandu.
"Yu Zhong, pass the word down: pack your things and prepare to depart within half an hour!"
"Yes, sir!"
......
Half an hour later, the grand convoy began to descend the mountain.
Just as the convoy was about to reach the foot of the mountain, a streak of light fell from the sky.
The four people lined up in a row, blocking the front of the convoy.
"You audacious scoundrel! This land belongs to the Prince of Han's estate. You have entered without permission and deserve to die!"
The warrior leading the way looked at the four with murderous intent.
"Step back!"
Just then, Yu Zhong's voice came from the convoy.
The red robe flashed by, and in an instant, it appeared at the very front of the convoy.
Yu Zhong narrowed his eyes and looked at the four people in front of him. The aura that he had been holding back in his body collapsed rapidly.
He was the only one in the Han Prince's Mansion to achieve the perfect tenth-grade Dharma image.
Of the entire convoy, only he sensed the danger.
The reason why other manifestations cannot be sensed is entirely due to the vast difference in strength.
Of the four people in front of him, he only recognized one of them.
That was Bei Minghao!
By all accounts, Bei Minghao and he were from the same generation.
"Bei Minghao, what are you doing here?"
Yu Zhong stepped forward.
"Within Jiangzhou, the Wan Dao Sect, in league with Li Fan, is causing chaos and disorder in Jiangzhou."
My purpose in coming here is to request that His Highness the Prince of Han return to Tianjiang City to oversee the situation and bring the traitors to justice!
After Bei Minghao finished speaking, Yu Zhong's expression changed.
These words are tantamount to a threat!
When did it become the era of the four great families ruling Jiangzhou City?
"Bei Minghao, the Han Prince's Mansion will not get involved in your mess with the Jixia Academy."
Get out of here right now!
Yu Zhong responded in a deep voice.
Bei Minghao was not angry. He simply stepped back silently, making way for the two people standing behind him.
"Since when did it become your place to make decisions in the Prince of Han's mansion?"
Bei Minghao took a step forward, and the void around him distorted.
The crimson true energy surged like a tide, dyeing the sky red.
The terrifying pressure descended, and Yu Zhong's expression changed drastically.
The person before me is undoubtedly one of those old, reclusive figures from the Beiming family who have been out of the public eye for a long time.
Yu Zhong, who came from the imperial palace, knew very well what this meant.
The four major families are getting serious!
This person is much stronger than me!
More importantly, there was another person beside him, who was his equal.
Yu Zhong clenched his teeth, neither responding nor refuting, but silently channeling his inner energy to resist the oppressive force.
Just then, the caravan parted and a horse-drawn carriage came forward.
When the carriage arrived at the front of the procession, the curtains fluttered, revealing Zhou Dinglong's gloomy face.
"The four great families, you've gone too far!"
"How could I, the dignified King of Jiangzhou, be coerced by you?"
"Two choices."
Bei Mingcang held up two fingers and said, "First, we will escort His Highness the Prince of Han back to Tianjiang City safely, and the Prince of Han will assist us in dealing with the thugs!"
Second, His Highness the Prince of Han left the villa alone and then disappeared without a trace.
Bei Mingcang didn't waste any words, nor did he want to waste words with the King of Han.
In the past, he would definitely have been more polite to the Great Zhou royal family.
After all, before this emperor, most of the previous emperors of the Great Zhou Dynasty were powerful overlords who dominated the world.
Let alone attacking the princes who are enfeoffed in various states, even speaking disrespectfully to the royal family members kept in the capital would bring trouble.
But things are different now. Li Fan dared to kill the princes of Haizhou and Yunzhou, so how could Bei Mingcang not dare to!
Zhou Zhenxiong didn't even dare to touch Li Fan, so how could he dare to touch him?
Bei Mingcang's words weighed heavily on Zhou Dinglong's heart like a boulder.
An unprecedented sense of frustration filled his heart.
When did the royal family of the Great Zhou Dynasty fall to such a state?
Would anyone dare to step on their own foot?
He is not convinced!
Zhou Dinglong clenched his fists, and veins bulged on his face.
But after a moment, he sighed helplessly.
There's no way!
He was truly at his wit's end.
"The four great families are quite sensible!"
Knowing that my good nephew was going back, you did a good job of escorting him.
But are the two of you old folks not enough?
"If I give you ceremonial guards, can you hold them up properly?"
Just then, the void was torn apart.
A streak of pitch-black light shot out from the void.
The light was as fast as lightning, appearing before Bei Mingcang in the blink of an eye.
Bei Mingcang narrowed his eyes slightly, and his right hand shot out with lightning speed.
Thump!
The earth trembled, and although Bei Mingcang did not retreat a single step, his feet were firmly planted three-tenths of an inch into the ground.
The object he stopped was none other than a large black banner!
Above the great banner, the two characters "Overlord" shone brightly.
Zhou Boxing descended step by step from the void, followed by two old men.
One of them was also holding up a large banner.
Clearly, the banner that was shot out came from someone else.
Zhou Boxing, the Overlord of Chu!
When he realized who it was, Bei Mingcang's eyes narrowed slightly.
Although he rarely travels in the martial arts world, that doesn't mean he's unaware of the powerful figures there.
Zhou Boxing, the Overlord of Chuzhou, is both a direct descendant of the royal family and a top-tier expert.
They naturally understand such people.
Although I might not necessarily lose in a fight, it would be a losing proposition.
"Third Uncle!"
Seeing Zhou Boxing's domineering rescue, Zhou Dinglong felt a warmth in his heart.
In critical moments, you can only rely on your own family.
"Good nephew, with your third uncle around, no one can threaten you!"
As Zhou Boxing spoke, he gestured the number two with his finger.
Upon seeing the jewelry, the warmth that had just risen in Zhou Dinglong's heart was extinguished.
Two million taels of silver, just like that, gone down the drain!
Two lines of tears slid down Zhou Dinglong's cheeks. He nodded with a pained expression, "Nephew will leave everything to Third Uncle!"
So quick?
It seems like two million is too little!
Zhou Boxin muttered to himself, but since a price had been set, he naturally wouldn't accept it.
There are plenty of opportunities to make money; at worst, you can borrow a few more times later.
My good nephew is a master at making money!
"Zhou Boxing, what do you mean?"
Bei Mingcang threw out the great banner in his hand.
With a loud "bang!"
The banner was shattered by Zhou Boxin's punch, but he did not retreat even half a step.
"I'll give you two choices. First, make a grand entrance and welcome my nephew back to Tianjiang City!"
Second, get as far away from me as possible!
Zhou Boxing stepped forward, his black python robe fluttering even without wind.
He retorted with the same words.
What nonsense about the Four Great Families? He's not afraid of them at all!
Do they really think the Zhou royal family is just sitting around doing nothing?
Those grandchildren are dead, so be it; he doesn't care about them anyway.
But Dinglong, this money-making machine... cough cough!
In any case, no one is allowed to bully my good nephew!
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