The Golden Palace was completely silent, and everyone felt insecure.
Even those military marquises and powerful officials could not help but tremble physically and mentally, not to mention the dozen or so young heroes of the Wushan tribe.
Qingmao killed Gongsun Long calmly, without a speck of blood on his body. He pointed at a purple-clothed man in front of him and said calmly, "Tell me where Gongsun Haoshu is."
"yes."
The man was startled and knelt on the ground in a hurry. He said swiftly, "Before, in the depths of Wushan Mountain, after you, King Shura, left, Fairy Bitong also ordered us to leave. So the Son of God ordered us to come to the Great Yan Dynasty and take over the affairs here, while the Son of God himself took the nine elders and the rest of the clan members to Wanjun City."
Wu Tian frowned and asked, "What are you going to Wanjun City for? Where are the Pavilion Master of Wanbao Pavilion and others?"
"What the Son of God meant is that we should make Wanjun City our base camp. The Master of Wanbao Pavilion and her son, the Young Master, also followed the Son of God to Wanjun City." The man in purple said truthfully.
"What about the rest?"
"The rest of the people in Wanbao Pavilion... were all killed by the Son of God. King Shura, these things were all the Son of God's ideas. They have nothing to do with us. Please be magnanimous, Lord Shura, and spare our lives..."
The man in purple paused, quickly blurted out the whole sentence, then kowtowed and begged repeatedly.
As if remembering something, the purple-clothed man hurriedly looked up at Wu Tian and said, "Before leaving, the Son of God also instructed that if you, King Shura, appear in the Great Yan Dynasty, I will tell you that if you want to save the Pavilion Master and his son, go to Wanjun City to talk to him."
"Are you sure?" Wutan glanced at him, his eyes becoming increasingly unfriendly.
"I am sure. If King Shura doesn't believe it, you can ask my companions. They also heard it with their own ears." The man in purple pointed to the dozen people behind him.
Seeing the disaster spreading to themselves, more than a dozen people could no longer remain calm. They quickly knelt on the ground and nodded to indicate that every word the man in purple said was true.
His eyes swept across the faces of more than a dozen people one by one, and Wutan did not see any false expression on their faces. He also believed that after seeing Gongsun Long's end, these people would not dare to lie to him.
"Let's go to Wanjun City to have a chat. I want to see what tricks you are going to play."
Wu Tian smiled coldly, stood up, and was about to leave when a big man in a python robe quickly crawled out on his knees, blocked his way, and kowtowed, saying, "Lord Shura King, please save the Great Yan Dynasty for the sake of Princess Yanyu."
"Please, Lord Shura King, for the sake of Princess Yanyu, save the Great Yan Dynasty." The rest of the military marquises and powerful officials also kowtowed and called out.
"Uh!" Wu Tian was stunned. He then glanced at the dozen people from the Wushan tribe who looked livid and said jokingly, "Didn't I hear before that Yan Yu is no longer the princess of Dayan?"
The big man said sadly, "It was because of our ignorance that we didn't know the emperor's ambitions, which led to the current situation. Now that we know the truth, we are also heartbroken and regretful! Please, for the sake of the princess and the emperor's son-in-law, save the people of the Great Yan Dynasty from the water and fire!"
"We are willing to enshrine Princess Yanyu as the first empress of the Great Yan Dynasty, and we beg Lord Shura to lend a helping hand..."
In the Golden Throne Hall, cries for help rang out one after another. Apart from pleading, their expressions were filled with deep despair and helplessness.
The Wushan tribe was too powerful. No one in the entire Great Yan Dynasty dared to challenge them. Their only hope was placed on the man in front of them who had some connection with the princess.
After a moment of silence, Wu Tian shook his head and said, "I can't control the affairs of the Great Yan Dynasty. Even if I kill them all today, the Wushan Tribe will still send people to come in the future. I can't stay in the Great Yan Dynasty every day."
After he finished speaking, he turned his gaze to the dozen people and said calmly, "The fate of the Great Yan Dynasty today, in my opinion, is what it deserves, but I advise you not to kill innocent people indiscriminately."
"Yes Yes Yes!"
More than a dozen people nodded in agreement. Gongsun Long's fate was right in front of them, so how could they dare to complain? The only thing they had to do was to get rid of this plague god as soon as possible.
“Swish!”
Under the respectful gazes of a dozen people from the Wushan tribe and the desperate sights of the civil and military officials of the Great Yan Dynasty, Wutan's figure flashed, turned into a stream of light, swept out of the Golden Palace, and quickly disappeared into the sky.
"call!"
Not until Wutan completely disappeared from their sight did a dozen young men in purple finally breathe a sigh of relief, and then looked towards the military marquises and powerful officials in front of them with extremely unfriendly eyes.
"You dare to stir up trouble in front of King Shura? It seems that you think your life is too long!" A man in purple sneered, releasing his murderous intent without disguising.
"stop."
A purple-clothed woman with three moles on her chin hurriedly spoke up to stop the man and shook her head, saying, "Although King Shura's last sentence did not explicitly say that he wanted to protect the Great Yan Dynasty, it secretly revealed a dangerous signal."
"A dangerous signal?" The others were all stunned.
"Gongsun Zhen, please explain clearly." The man in purple said unhappily when he was stopped.
The purple-clothed woman said, "Think about it. Dongfang Xiao and King Shura are close friends, and Yan Yu is Dongfang Xiao's wife. All these relationships show that King Shura is not really indifferent, but he just doesn't have the energy to care now. So for safety's sake, we'd better not mess around before King Shura dies."
At this point, the purple-robed woman glanced at the dozens of trembling officials and sneered, "Besides, these people still have some value. After all, they are more familiar with the Great Yan Dynasty than we are, and they have more prestige than us."
Hearing this, the others gave the purple-robed woman a thumbs-up.
In fact, Wutan did not leave immediately after leaving the Golden Palace.
To be precise, while everyone was unprepared, Wutan left behind a clone and hid in a corner of the Golden Palace.
If a dozen people from the Wushan tribe dared to kill the people of the Dayan Dynasty after he left, he would not hesitate to kill them on the spot.
Originally, the killing was about to begin, but Gongsun Zhen suddenly spoke out to stop it and gave a thorough analysis, which made Wutan look at this woman with admiration.
It seems that the Wushan tribe is not entirely composed of brave but foolish people.
Seeing that the Great Yan Dynasty was not in much danger, Wutan dispersed his clones and quickly rushed towards Wanjun City.
Wanjun City!
There was no fighting in this majestic city, so it remains as intact as before.
But now it has been occupied by the Wushan tribe and has become their base camp.
On the tall city wall, men in purple stood upright. They had solemn expressions and glanced around with alert eyes.
On the city wall just above the city gate, an old man in purple sat in the air. He seemed to have been traumatized, his face was slightly pale, and there was a hint of strong hostility between his brows.
The old man was Gongsun Hai, one of the nine elders of the clan, and ranked ninth.
"kindness?"
Suddenly, his closed eyes opened and looked into the distance. There was none of the turbidity that should be in an old man's eyes. Instead, his eyes were bright and sharp.
In the sight, a young figure was approaching rapidly.
When he saw the identity of the person, Gongsun Hai's face immediately darkened, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a strong murderous intent burst out, and he said in a deep voice: "Wutian, it's you!"
"What? Are you not welcome?" Wutan smiled faintly.
“I’m afraid no one in my Wushan tribe will welcome you.” Gongsun Hai said gloomily, with a fierce aura slowly rising and covering Wutan.
Wu Tian smiled indifferently, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and said: "If Gongsun Haoshu asked me to come here for a fight, I wouldn't mind killing you first!"
"What an arrogant young man! Don't forget that you are alone now." Gongsun Hai said, his murderous intent becoming more and more fierce. The group of purple-clothed guards around him also had cold eyes and were ready for battle.
"Alone?"
Wu Tian was stunned, and shook his head with a sneer. He looked past Gongsun Hai and others, and swept towards Wanjun City, and said lightly: "Gongsun Haoshu, if you don't show up again, prepare to collect their bodies!"
Just as the words fell, a majestic and ethereal voice sounded in Wanjun City: "Everyone step back. Wu Tian, come in if you have the courage."
Wutan sneered, and without any hesitation, he walked leisurely step by step towards Wanjun City under the hostile gazes of Gongsun Hai and others.
Along the way, the eyes of the Wushan tribe members he met were full of hatred, but Wutan didn't care at all. On the contrary, he felt an inexplicable pride.
Because only by having a force strong enough to intimidate them can you attract hatred.
If he had been the one to flee in the beginning, then today, the looks he would face would not be hatred, but disdain and ridicule.
In his divine consciousness, the aura of Gongsun Haoshu was in the hall where the Pavilion Master used to live.
And before he got close, he smelled a rich tea fragrance.
"Are you planning to entertain me?"
Wutan was extremely surprised. With his eyes flashing, he took a step forward and went straight in through a stone window. What came into his sight was a magnificent hall with white marble floor and jadeite, colored glaze, and gemstones inlaid on the walls. In the sunlight coming in from the window, the hall reflected colorful light, which was extremely magnificent.
In the center of the hall, there is a coffee table made of amber stone, and underneath it is a fluffy animal skin, just like the white moonlight, without a speck of dust.
Sitting cross-legged on the animal skin was a man in purple. This man was Gongsun Haoshu. He seemed not to notice Wutan's arrival. He remained silent and just made tea.
The tea is boiling, and wisps of fragrance waft out, making one's mouth water and feeling intoxicated.
Wutan's eyes flashed, and he strode over and sat opposite Gongsun Haoshu. He also did not speak, but just looked at the boiling tea quietly, not knowing what he was thinking.
It was unknown how long it had been, but with a wave of Gongsun Haoshu's hand, two teacups floated up from the boiling water, and then the brewed fragrant tea was added one by one.
"please!"
Reaching out his hand to Wutan, Gongsun Haoshu took the lead in picking up a teacup, putting it to his mouth and slowly tasting it.
Wutan smiled faintly, took the teacup from mid-air, spat lightly, and nodded with satisfaction.
He doesn't know how to drink tea, but when the tea in the cup entered his body, he immediately felt refreshed and the fatigue accumulated over the past two days was swept away. This shows that this tea is extraordinary.
"Do you know why I made this pot of tea?" It was only then that Gongsun Haoshu finally spoke, his tone was calm and his expression was very indifferent.
(End of this chapter)