An Qingfeng, Zhao Yinge, and a Puppet Master Princess …
Furthermore, the voice of the Puppet Master Princess sounded somewhat familiar.
Flower Queen Lu Mu?
The Advanced Death Servant that he had burned to ashes?
Could it be that she was not a real living person, but a puppet of the Princess!?
No wonder she did not resist or beg for mercy. She did not spit out any valuable information.
At that time, it was also Zhu Minglang's first time using the Purgatory Pupil Domain. He was not very familiar with it and did not specifically check the body of this high-level death attendant. He never thought that she was just a puppet used to assassinate him!
Not bad, Zhao Yinge …
She had improved a little. She had hired such a powerful Puppet Master to deal with him.
Zhu Minglang placed his attention on An Qingfeng and the Puppet Master Princess.
Perhaps Zhao Yinge was still the idiot Zhao Yinge. The real experts were An Qingfeng and the Puppet Master Princess.
He would be the one who fell into the trap if he was enraged by the assassination and went after Zhao Yinge.
"Do you want him alive or dead? If you want him alive, you'll have to spend more time. He's not weak. If he wants to die, it'll be easy, "the Puppet Master Princess asked.
"Let's keep him alive. Zhu Huo still has some value."
"What value? He won't even have the chance to go to the Zhu Men's Mystical Realm. Humph, Zhu Minglang is underestimating me. How dare he send such a piece of trash to deal with me?" Zhao Yinge said disdainfully.
Zhu Minglang's expression shifted when he heard the words. Zhu Minglang's expression changed immediately.
The Zhu Men's Mystical Realm …
Both the trip to the Mystical Realm and the people who went there were highly confidential matters in the Zhu Men's Mystical Realm.
How did Zhao Yinge know they had gone to the Zhu Men's Mystical Realm a few days ago? How did she know Zhu Huo was excluded?
There were only eight people with them that day.
Zhu Wangxing, the four elders, Zhu Minglang, Zhu Rongrong, and the female Hall Master who did not talk much.
Was there a spy among these eight people???
Zhu Minglang's heart skipped a beat!
That was the Zhu Men's Secret Realm, the most secluded and sacred forbidden area. In the entire Inner Court, only the eight of them had the right to enter!
Zhu Huo could basically be eliminated as a suspect.
"First of all, the fact that we went to the secret realm cannot be known to anyone other than the eight of us …"
Zhu Minglang pondered carefully and finally concluded that there must be a traitor among the eight of them!
…
In the tea field, Zhu Huo was still bitterly holding on. The injuries on his body were gradually increasing.
Facing so many Deadpool, Zhu Huo killed a few of them, but it was impossible for him to escape.
As his injuries increased, the sword techniques that Zhu Huo could use were limited. His speed slowed down, and his movements were not as nimble as before.
Just as he was about to run out of energy, Zhu Huo saw a tiny, crystalline bead floating near him for no apparent reason ….
As a core member of the Zhu Men, he was very familiar with what these small crystal beads were. They were the wind crystal dandelions. However, this was the tea field. Why would these small spirit bodies appear?
All of a sudden, a bottle of crimson liquid was tossed over from an unknown place. The liquid fell heavily on the ground, and a terrifying flame erupted from the small bottle of liquid, instantly burning the tea field he was in!
Zhu Huo was stunned for a moment, but he quickly reacted.
He immediately raised the sword in his hand and slashed at the wind crystal beads.
The wind crystal beads shattered, and a powerful wind swept out!
There were hundreds of wind crystal beads. After all of them were shattered, a terrifying wave of air was produced in the tea field!
The wave of air was extremely turbulent and violent. It swept the terrifying fire liquid into it, and intensified the energy in the fire liquid!
A fiery explosion carrying a hurricane spread out, instantly engulfing this elegant mountain range.
The death attendants surrounding Zhu Huo had never seen this kind of power before. They were all burned to death by the fire liquid and the wind crystal beads!
Zhu Huo knew better than these people what these two things were. He immediately hid in the opposite direction of the wind and used this shocking flame to escape to the other side of the tea mountain …
The tea pavilion was not far from the tea field. Zhu Huo purposely swept the wind crystal beads in this direction. Thus, this extremely violent and powerful flame rushed toward Zhao Yinge, the Puppet Master Princess, and An Qingfeng!
These three people were also unprepared. They were swallowed by the wave of fire, and the tea pavilion was reduced to nothing. The three of them used all their life-saving methods, but they were still blown away by this powerful flame and burned black and blue all over their bodies!
They were further away, and their cultivations were higher, so they were barely burned to death.
However, none of the experts who surrounded Zhu Huo survived. They didn't even know what had happened, they only saw a terrifying dragon flame like aura explode, and then they were burned to the point where not even ashes remained!
…
Zhu Huo ran to the top of the mountain. He looked back at the tea field that had turned into a sea of fire behind him. His gaze was fixed on Zhao Yinge and the others who were also severely injured by the flames …
He clenched his teeth. He had no intention of leaving.
Holding the sword in his hand, he prepared to kill his way back.
In order to regain trust, he had to kill Zhao Yinge. Besides, if he did not kill someone who dared to assassinate the only son of the Zhu Clan, it would be an insult to the Zhu Clan!
Zhu Huo steeled his heart. Even if he died in the sea of fire, he would kill Zhao Yinge.
"Don't go." Suddenly, someone blocked Zhu Huo's path.
"Young Master!" Zhu Huo looked at the person in front of him in shock.
Only now did he realize that the person who had helped him escape and created this fiery feast was Zhu Minglang.
"Young Master, this is the best chance to kill Zhao Yinge. We even have a chance to get rid of An Qingfeng …" said Zhu Huo.
"Zhao Yu is nearby. Let's go. You've already done very well." Zhu Minglang shook his head.
Zhu Huo naturally knew who Zhao Yu was. He was a prince who was about to be conferred the title of King. If he was present, there was no way he could succeed in assassinating him.
As expected, when he stopped at the top of the mountain, Zhu Huo saw a Sacred Torch Dragon appear at the edge of the spreading flames. The Sacred Torch Dragon's cultivation was terrifying. It used its body to block the flames that continued to wreak havoc …
Zhao Yinge, An Qingfeng, and the Puppet Master Princess were protected by the Sacred Torch Dragon. They barely managed to escape the danger of being continuously burned. However, Zhu Huo did not see anyone else appear.
"That's the Sacred Torch Dragon King!" Zhu Huo exclaimed in shock.
Luckily, Zhu Minglang stopped him in time. Otherwise, he would have slammed into the Sacred Torch Dragon King's claws and died instantly!
Zhu Minglang was already very satisfied that he could force Zhao Yu to show himself.
It was not important to Zhu Minglang whether Zhu Huo could kill Zhao Yinge or not. What was important was whether he was willing to do it …
"Wang Xiao and Miao Sheng aren't the only traitors. They are just small fries. The real traitor of Zhu Clan is among the eight people who went to the mystical realm with us," Zhu Minglang told Zhu Huo.
Zhu Huo could not believe Zhu Minglang's words.
The eight people who went to Zhu Clan's mystical realm were the most authoritative figures in the inner court of Guqin City!
If there was a traitor among them, wouldn't the inner court be in great danger?
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