This is an extremely secretive matter.
He wouldn't tell anyone easily.
Even so, the Fire Cloud War God was still so shocked that he was dumbfounded, his jaw almost dropping to the ground.
Looking back on his foolish behavior just now, how dare he challenge Ye Feng like that? He really had a death wish.
If it weren't for his master's sake, he probably wouldn't even have the chance to stand here now.
From this day forward, the Fire Cloud War God decided to follow Ye Feng closely.
It was midnight, and all around was pitch black.
Inside the imperial palace in the capital, all was quiet.
The wide street was deserted; you could hear a pin drop.
Seventh Senior Sister Jiang Yinuo walked beside Ye Feng, looking around warily, and asked in confusion.
"Something's not right, everyone be careful."
Lan Yu walked behind Ye Feng, her dark blue Hanfu swaying in the wind under the night sky, her slender figure appearing and disappearing in the darkness.
Xiahou Ba carried a long sword on his shoulder, his body engulfed in dark, malevolent flames.
He has now basically absorbed the heart of the Black-Hearted Old Man, and his cultivation level has stabilized at the early stage of Martial Emperor.
If we go all out in war, we can cross the boundary and fight against a mid-stage Martial Emperor.
Fatty Situ strode with his two elephant legs, his fat jiggling as he walked. The pure gold abacus hanging around his neck jingled, and he was gnawing on a chicken leg as he spoke indistinctly.
"Could it be that the palace is closed for the day?"
Beside them, the old weasel rode on the back of the big black ox, scoffing.
"I think you've eaten too many chicken legs and developed dementia. How could the palace be closed?"
"Shut up!"
Fatty Situ rolled his eyes and scolded.
"You damned weasel, you stole my Qi-Nourishing Pill last time, I haven't settled the score with you yet."
The old weasel gave a cunning smile.
"Well, you've got a lot of pressure on you, haha."
It would have been better if it hadn't mentioned it, because as soon as it did, Fatty Situ got furious and threw half a chicken leg at the other person.
"Damn it, beat it up!"
Xiahou Ba had long disliked this old weasel and was about to rush forward with his knife.
A chaotic battle was about to begin.
Suddenly, a shrill scream came from deep within the palace.
The sound was particularly jarring and chilling at midnight.
"Hurry up and get there."
Ye Feng leaped forward and shot towards the direction from which the sound came like lightning.
The sound was coming from the ancestral hall inside the palace.
The ancestral hall enshrines the dragon deities of past dynasties, making it sacred and inviolable. It is usually heavily guarded, and outsiders are not allowed to enter.
The shrill screams that had been heard earlier came from inside the ancestral hall.
Even through the courtyard wall, you could see flames shooting into the sky inside the ancestral hall, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of blood...
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