Volume 1, Chapter 130: Defecting the Xiongnu’s Left Wise Prince!

Peerless Heir The Eastern Lands 1179 words 2026-04-13 11:38:31

The Xiongnu Royal Court.

Inside the great tent of the Xiongnu’s Left Wise King.

The Left Wise King, Wuwei, sipped fine wine, listened to melodic music, and watched beauties dance.

The King understood that this was a mutually beneficial arrangement, yet he could never fathom what kind of grudge or enmity Feng Linlin could possibly hold against Liu Huaijin.

Hui Liang suddenly felt a bone-chilling cold. Without looking back, he knew the North Blade clansman behind him had already drawn his scimitar. It was a testament to Shao Wu’s trust in the North Blade clan that he would allow them to enter such a private setting armed with blades.

"It seems you of the Ghost Dance Hall aren't as efficient as you claim," Ning Le said with a sneer.

Meanwhile, Nangong Tianyu arrived at the Mountains of Death. Along the way, he had not seen a single shadow of a demonic beast. When he reached the cave entrance where the beasts had gathered that day, he found it completely deserted.

As a result, Zhou Meili stepped back in a panic, tripped over herself, and kicked the family heirloom of Zhou Meili.

With Murong Xiu as fierce as a tiger in the front and Diwu Feiliu’s array of talismans covering the sky in the rear, the Chu family’s many experts could achieve little. At this moment, Murong Xiu acted as an impenetrable shield, slaughtering anyone who dared threaten Diwu Feiliu, allowing the latter to relentlessly rain destruction upon the Chu family’s experts from behind.

Unlike the streets crowded with storefronts, most of this area was occupied by market stalls rather than shops.

Looking down from the sky, the sinkhole and the peaks within it appeared to him like an exquisitely designed bonsai. Yet, even with his vast experience, the sheer scale of such a "bonsai" left him momentarily speechless.

Nangong Tianyu refused without hesitation. "I am sorry, Sect Master, but this sword was left to me by my master, so..."

Furthermore, Bo Zhuang was a man of status. As the Military Master of Shanshui City, he had been officially reported to the Monarch and granted a title by him. If the patrolling soldiers of Gao City acted against the law, brandished weapons against their superior, and attempted to assassinate a Military Master, his guards were naturally obligated to kill the assassins without mercy.

After seeing Zhao Yue and Lü Jianhao to the main gate, Sun Changhai turned back to the lawn to continue chatting with various dignitaries and business tycoons.

The mass of black mist whistled sharply as it left his hand, slamming solidly into the chest of Chen Changsheng, who was barely a foot away.

As for those who remained and were truly unfit for service, if they wished to return home, they would be given travel expenses and one month’s pay. If their families had already been wiped out, they could settle down in Xishen Garrison, where they would be granted seventy mu of land to farm, ensuring them a life of comfort and abundance.

Therefore, Konoha Village placed great importance on wealthy benefactors like Zhang Wang, who voluntarily offered to invest.

The zombie struggled to withstand these attacks, venting its rage with low growls as the azure flames in its eyes burned brighter, flickering as if alive.

The magic-class enhancer walked out of the tent, a fireball manifesting in his hand once more.

Xiu wore an expression of envy. Clearly, compared to the intruder’s motives, Xiu was far more interested in the fact that the intruder had seen the Golden Stele up close.

"You actually want me to bring the Rubik's Cube, have it transform into a powerful energy mecha to fight you, and then you and Polosha will join forces to seize the Cube from me," Tang Xiaoyan said.

The Four Sects and Twenty-Eight Schools, who had always prided themselves as the foremost righteous factions of the cultivation world, now had to hide behind Pudu Temple just to ensure their survival. Should such news spread, the Four Sects and Twenty-Eight Schools would forever be the greatest laughingstock of the cultivation world.