late at night.
In Prince Wu's Mansion, rats hiding in the corners kept slithering against the wall, making squeaking sounds.
It got close to a house with transparent lights, and kept twitching its nose. After turning around in the doorway, it got in through the gap in the threshold.
The candlelight in the lampshade in the house swayed gently.
There were seven or eight warriors sitting on the ground, and between them was a low-legged table with about a dozen wines and dishes, all delicious and delicious.
"I didn't expect that there are so many good things in the kitchen of Prince Wu's Mansion. Prince Wu, a young boy, has a limited appetite, so he must not be able to eat so much. We can just solve this worry for Prince Wu."
A martial artist smiled and joked: "Come on, brothers, open up and drink. If it's not enough, I'll go to the kitchen and bring some more. There's enough wine and meat."
"Speaking of which, King Wu is really timid. After all these days, he doesn't even dare to fart."
"You are talking about him, don't you know that he is under house arrest by our Lord Sheriff?"
"It's not important. If he knows, it means he is a coward; if he doesn't know, he is a fool. All in all, I think this Martial King is just like what the governor said, he is just in name."
"Eating our meat, drinking our wine, why is this useless King Wu doing this?"
"That's right. Come, drink..."
Suddenly, there were several muffled sounds outside the door, as if something heavy had fallen to the ground.
The people in the room stopped moving their hands and looked at each other in confusion.
"What's going on outside?"
Some of the more cautious people sat up from the ground in time, took out their weapons, walked to the door, and opened the door.
There was nothing outside the gate.
The many warriors in the room suddenly lost their minds.
"It's okay, it's okay, keep drinking. Just leave the door open, in case we don't know what's going on outside."
The words just fell.
A figure suddenly flashed across the darkness at the door, and rushed in very quickly.
Everyone in the room was shocked.
However, they had just relaxed their vigilance, and once the tight strings in their hearts were loosened, it would not be that fast to tighten them again.
All of a sudden, everyone became confused.
boom!
Someone was about to take out a weapon, but before he understood what was going on, he was punched in the chest.
The whole person flew out and hit the wall.
His chest collapsed quickly as if it were pinched by mud.
Kill with one blow.
Without giving others a chance to react, Zhao Hongming's figure shook and turned into an afterimage, wandering among the many warriors, making it impossible for these people to figure out his figure.
Canglang!
A flash of silver light suddenly appeared.
The muffled sounds of popping sounded in the room one after another.
In a few breaths, six or seven huge heads rolled down, rolling like rubber balls on the ground.
Zhao Hongming, who was wearing black training clothes, looked around and made sure that there was no one left alive, then he shook off the blood on the knife and walked out expressionlessly.
He is now weak and has too little borrowed power from his side.
Faced with the machinations of these local snakes, it was almost impossible for him to solve them openly.
So he figured it out.
Just break all laws with one force.
No matter how these people arranged it, he just had to kill them all.
Simple and direct.
That night, the same scene happened one after another throughout the palace.
As a talented martial artist, Jia Yacheng was highly regarded by the county governor.
This time, he was entrusted with an important task by the county governor and came to supervise His Highness King Wu.
He did not dare to be careless and led two warriors to patrol near the main entrance of Prince Wu's Mansion.
Suddenly Jia Yacheng's footsteps stopped: "Have you ever wondered why it was so quiet in the palace tonight?"
The two warriors behind him heard what Jia Yacheng said. After thinking about it carefully, they found that they were indeed much quieter than before.
"No, there's something wrong."
Jia Yacheng immediately walked towards the depths of the palace, where there was the nearest patrol point arranged by him.
He had only taken a few steps when he suddenly heard a roar!
"King Wu, today next year will be your death anniversary!"
"Not good!" Jia Yacheng's heart skipped a beat and he shouted hurriedly: "Go and protect His Highness King Wu. He can't die yet."
Even if Jia Yacheng didn't understand the situation, he still knew that if King Wu died here at this time, it would be mud and shit.
Feng Yi's army of hundreds of thousands is still at the border of Wei and Zhao.
It’s not time to turn the table over yet.
Under his command, the two warriors behind him quickly approached the source of the sound, only to bump into a strange man head-on.
When they met face to face, they had no reaction yet.
I saw a flash of silver light, and the heads of the two people had already separated from the body, but their bodies continued to take two steps forward due to inertia before falling to the ground.
When Jia Yacheng saw this scene, he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, knowing that this person came here with bad intentions today.
He couldn't figure out why King Wu had such an enemy.
However, the other party didn't give him much time to think.
boom!
Jia Yacheng's whole body was like a kite with its string broken, flying out horizontally and hitting the screen wall of the palace hard, causing the screen wall to collapse.
Both of his arms were numb, as if they had endured a great deal of force.
If it weren't for his true energy to protect him, his arm would have been broken.
The strength of this assassin is definitely above the Xiantian realm.
Jia Yacheng was secretly frightened, and his face couldn't help but become bloodless.
He struggled to stand up from the ruins, but before he could get up, the man in black had already caught up and flew into the air.
Just hit him with a punch.
After all, Jia Yacheng was an innate martial artist, and he still had some means, and he had enough Qi in his body.
There was a rumble inside his body, and dull sounds emerged from each joint. A blue film formed on the surface of his body, blocking Zhao Hongming's punch.
"Whoever stops me from killing King Wu will die!"
Zhao Hongming, who was wearing a black outfit, roared and jumped down again, using a little more strength.
Jia Yacheng, who had already received a punch from Zhao Hongming, was already in a state of chaos. His arms had been broken in many places and he was unable to resist Zhao Hongming's huge strength.
The blue membrane of the true energy structure is useless.
In the end, under Zhao Hongming's fierce roar, his liver and brain were shattered.
Zhao Hongming was finally satisfied when he saw Jia Yacheng, who was already dead on the ground.
After much of the night's struggle, most of the warriors guarding Prince Wu's Mansion were sent to see the King of Hell.
Now, no one should be watching.
Zhao Hongming returned to his palace and restored his original appearance.
He called Chang Wubing and ordered: "When the time comes, let Wu Qi and others come back to take over the defense."
Chang Wubing hurriedly clasped his fists and rushed out of Prince Wu's Mansion.
After he left, Zhao Hongming reversed his energy, and the energy and blood in his body clashed. A trace of blood could not help but flow from the corner of his mouth, and his expression became a little sluggish.
Gao Yanshi asked with concern: "His Royal Highness King Wu, who are you?"
"You have to perform a complete performance before you can act." Zhao Hongming said with bright eyes.
(End of chapter)
