Chapter 2130
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Eighteen Saints, that was eighteen Saints! Killing them wasn't something that could be done so easily!
Eighteen Saints was a force to be reckoned with, and Chu Yang was able to slaughter the Central Continent's enemies with ease.
Shangguan Lan's reaction not only made Chu Yang realize how frightening the Ice Kun was, but it also made him realize that the massacre of eighteen Saints was far more serious than he thought. Perhaps, this was the same as killing all eighteen officials of the imperial court.
Thinking of this, he began to sweat a little, but he didn't blame the Ice Kun at all. If the Ice Kun didn't kill those Saints and steal their Saint Origin to support Chu Yang, he would've been a dead man by now.
Shangguan Lan's final answer put Chu Yang at ease. His request to protect the Eastern Wilderness and the people of the Eastern Wilderness was something she could do. And that was enough. The rest was up to him —
He had slaughtered the entire East Continent. Even if he was condemned by the masses, what power would the East Continent have left to slaughter the people of the Eastern Wilderness?
Before the worst happened, Chu Yang only needed to completely suppress the East Continent.
On this day, Chu Yang made a lot of arrangements. He had deep conversations with Sima Jian, Sage Peng, and even the top Saint of the Xia House, Xia Jie. He even went to meet with Jing Wuming and asked Jing Wuming to save the lives of his brother and the others.
He wanted to make sure that his brother and the others were safe. Shangguan Lan should be able to deal with the pressure of the Central Continent, but there were bound to be some troublemakers. He could only rely on Jing Wuming for that.
It could be said that Chu Yang was ready to escape the Heavenly Spirit World and enter the Gods Realm.
Shangguan Lan naturally knew of this plan. She wanted to help Chu Yang, so she had to tell her family the details. After all, only her family had the ability to do so.
In Duke Jiu's Manor, when Duke Jiu found out that Chu Yang had slaughtered the eighteen Saints of the Middle Ground, and that he had even been to the Divine World and had the help of a Saint from the Divine World, he was so shocked that a large chunk of his beard fell off.
He was really shocked. That so-called grandson-in-law not only had a big mouth, but his ability was also unbelievably great. He could scold him for being incompetent and a good-for-nothing, but he could also kill all 18 Saints of the Central State.
What was even more unbelievable was that this brat had actually gone to the Gods Realm for a stroll. Not only did he not die, he had even subdued a Saint from the Gods Realm.
"Zizi!" When the old servant by Duke Jiu's side heard the news, his mouth turned dry, and he exclaimed, "Incredible! That little bastard is going to flip the heavens! If that lad from the Kong Clan were to learn of this, he would probably burn with jealousy!"
"Hahaha! Slaughtering eighteen Saints, as expected of my future son-in-law!" Coarse and wild laughter resounded outside. It was extremely carefree. He even shouted repeatedly, "Let's toast to my future son-in-law. He's only at this level of cultivation, yet he's already slaughtered eighteen Saints. What can he do in the future? He's really giving me face. That kid from the Kong Clan is nothing compared to him!"
When the old servant heard the boorish laughter, he couldn't help but suck in a breath of air. That's right, that little bastard's cultivation hasn't even reached the Nirvana Realm. How is it possible for him to take a stroll in the Gods Realm with his mere strength and not die?
Just thinking about it made him feel that it was inconceivable!
Even though Duke Jiu didn't say anything, the old servant could clearly see his master's eyelids twitching, and his lips twitched.
"I'm talking about the one inside." The boorish voice sounded once more. "Those who kill will be killed by others. My future son-in-law can't possibly wash his neck clean and wait for others to kill him, right? There's nothing wrong with him slaughtering eighteen Saints. If you don't make a move, I'll make a move myself. Don't you dare explode when something happens! "
"Unfilial son!"
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