Everyone in the Nether Palace was shocked, but they were also puzzled.
Except for the Saint Hongyue and the Palace Master Nangong Can, no one else knew Wang Bo's identity.
But it is precisely because they don’t know each other that they find it incredible.
Not to mention that Wang Bo is not from their Netherworld Palace, even if he is, no one has been able to practice the fourth style of Netherworld Summoning in the past ten generations.
This young man who appeared out of nowhere was actually able to perform.
This completely turned everyone's cognition upside down.
"Yue'er, tell me the truth. Did you teach this kid the Devil God's Coming to the World technique secretly?"
After the initial surprise, Palace Master Nangong Can looked at Hongyue beside him strangely.
"Master, I will explain this to you later!"
Hongyue was so excited that her body was trembling slightly.
When Wang Bo proposed that plan just now, she had no hope at all.
Unexpectedly,
Wang Bo really did it!
On the other side,
Qiu Tianmang covered his chest with his hands, his face also full of disbelief.
"How is that possible?"
"This kid actually mastered the Nether Palace's supreme secret technique, the fourth form of Netherworld Summoning?"
Looking at the black and ferocious demonic shadow, he kept stumbling and retreating further away.
His expression changed rapidly for a moment, and he suddenly shouted, "Master Zheng, Master Guigu, what are you still standing there for? Come on together!"
While shouting this, he accelerated and retreated into the distance, even abandoning his weapon, the axe.
"This cowardly old bastard!"
Zheng Jiao'e, the leader of the Weeping Heaven Sect, cursed angrily and retreated into the distance, shouting, "Everyone in the Weeping Heaven Sect, listen up! Retreat immediately!"
"yes!"
The people of the Qitian Sect had already thought of retreating, and after hearing this, they dared not delay any longer and retreated to the distance in panic.
The Lord of Skull Valley, Gui Jianchou, was furious. "Master Qiu, Master Zheng, you are so despicable! You want me to take the blame? You are dreaming!"
While saying this, he tried his best to escape into the distance.
As for the other people in Skull Valley, they immediately scattered like birds and beasts.
But in just a moment, except for those who were dead and those who were seriously injured and unable to walk, all the practitioners from the three major forces were gone.
…
A few miles away.
A wooded hill.
A group of people stood facing the wind.
The leader was a young man wearing a gray robe and had an eerie look.
He is the contemporary Holy Son of Chiyan Peak, Leng Wuhen!
Ever since the three major forces besieged the Netherworld Palace, they have been watching the fight from the sidelines.
"Qiu Tianmang, these three cowardly losers, are they scared just like that?"
Seeing that the three major forces had completely fled, Leng Wuhen said disappointedly: "That kid must be bluffing, otherwise, if Qiu Tianmang wanted to escape, why would he miss such a great opportunity to pursue him?"
"Son of God, do you mean to say that the guy who used the fourth move of Netherworld Summoning the Demon God to the World was just trying to scare Master Qiu and the others?" A subordinate nearby asked cautiously.
"Isn't it obvious?"
Leng Wuhen snorted coldly, "That brat watched Qiu Tianmang and the others escape, but remained indifferent. Something must have gone wrong."
"In that case, I will go and call them back right away!"
"No!"
Leng Wuhen waved his hand, "They were already extremely wary of the Nether Palace and were always timid. Now they are even more frightened. Even if this Saint Son is right, they don't have the courage to go back!"
"So what should we do now?"
The subordinate lamented, "We've gone to great lengths to trick them into joining forces to besiege the Nether Palace. Now, when we're on the verge of success, they're deserting. Doesn't that mean our plan has failed?"
"It's not a complete failure!"
Leng Wuhen's lips curled up into a sinister smile, "At least, we have found out the truth about Nangong Can."
"Nangong Can's old illness has indeed returned, and his combat power has dropped significantly, right?"
"good!"
Leng Wuhen nodded, "As long as this is confirmed, when my master comes in person, the Netherworld Palace will also be unable to escape the fate of being annihilated!"
At this point, a hint of expectation appeared on his face, "As long as the Nether Palace is destroyed, the little beauty Hongyue will be a plaything in the hands of this Saint Son!"
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