The Throne Room was completely silent. Everyone was in danger.
Even the Marquises and ministers couldn't help but tremble, not to mention the dozen young elites of the Wu Mountain Tribe.
Wutian killed Gongsun Long so easily that there wasn't a single drop of blood on him. He pointed at a purple-clothed man at the front and said, "Tell me where Gongsun Haoshu is."
"Yes."
That man was startled. He quickly knelt on the ground and said, "Previously, in the depths of Wu Mountain, after the Asura King left, Fairy Bi Tong also ordered us to leave. Thus, the Divine Son ordered us to come to the Great Yan Dynasty and take over the affairs here. As for the Divine Son himself, he brought the nine clan elders and the rest of the clan members to Ten Thousand Jun City.
Wutian frowned and said, "Why did he go to Wanjun City? And where is the Pavilion Master of the 10,000 Treasure Pavilion? "
"The God Son wanted to make Wanjun City our headquarters. The Pavilion Master of the 10,000 Treasure Pavilion and her son also went to Wanjun City with the God Son," the purple-clothed man said honestly.
"What about the others?"
"The others in the 10,000 Treasure Pavilion … were all killed by the God Son. Shura King, this was the God Son's idea. It has nothing to do with us. Shura King, please be magnanimous and spare our lives …"
The purple-clothed man paused and hurriedly spat out the whole sentence. Then, he kept kowtowing and begging.
As if he thought of something, the purple-clothed man hurriedly looked at Wutian and said, "Before the God Son left, he told me to tell you if Shura King appeared in the Great Yan Dynasty that if you wanted to save the Pavilion Master and her son, you should go to Wanjun City to talk with him."
"Are you sure?" Wutian squinted, his gaze becoming more and more unfriendly.
"I am sure. If Shura King doesn't believe me, you can ask my companions. They heard it with their own ears." The purple-clothed man pointed at the dozen people behind him.
Seeing that the trouble had spread to them, the dozen people couldn't stay calm anymore. They hurriedly knelt on the ground and nodded to show that the purple-clothed man was telling the truth.
Wutian's gaze swept across the dozen people's faces. He didn't see any fake expressions. He also believed that after seeing what happened to Gongsun Long, these people wouldn't dare to lie to him.
"Let's go to Wanjun City for a chat. That's good too. I want to see what kind of tricks you have up your sleeve."
Wutian smiled coldly and stood up. Just as he was about to leave, a man in python robes quickly crawled out and blocked Xiao Chen's path. Then, he kowtowed and said, "Lord Asura King, please save the Great Yan Dynasty on account of Princess Yan Yu."
"Lord Asura King, please save the Great Yan Dynasty on account of Princess Yan Yu." The other Marquises and officials all kowtowed and cried out.
"Ugh!" Wutian was taken aback. Then, he glanced at the dozen or so Wu Shan tribesmen whose faces were ashen. He said mockingly, "Didn't I hear that Yan Yu is no longer Great Yan's princess?"
The burly man said sorrowfully, "In the past, we were ignorant. We didn't know His Majesty's ambition, which led to today's situation. Now that we know the truth, we are also heartbroken and regretful! For the sake of the Princess and the Emperor's son-in-law, please save the millions of people of the Great Yan Dynasty! "
"We're willing to serve Princess Yan Yu as the first Empress of the Great Yan Dynasty. Please help us, Lord Asura King …"
Cries for help continued to ring out in the Golden Imperial Palace. Apart from pleading, their expressions were filled with despair and helplessness.
The Wu Shan tribe was too powerful. Nobody in the Great Yan Dynasty dared to challenge them. They could only place their only hope on this person who was related to the princess.
After muttering to himself for a moment, Wutian shook his head and said, "I can't interfere in the matters of the Great Yan Dynasty. Even if I kill all of them today, the Wu Shan tribe will still send people here in the future. I can't guard the Great Yan Dynasty every day."
After he finished speaking, he looked at the dozen or so people. Wutian said indifferently, "In my opinion, the Great Yan Dynasty deserves what happened today. However, I advise you not to kill the innocent."
"Yes! Yes! Yes! "
The dozen or so people nodded in agreement. Gongsun Long's fate was right before their eyes. They did not dare to complain. The only thing they wanted to do was to send this plague away as soon as possible.
"Whoosh!"
Under the respectful gazes of the dozen or so people from the Wu Shan tribe and the despairing gazes of the Great Yan Dynasty's civil and military officials, Wutian's figure flashed. He turned into a beam of light and flew out of the golden palace, quickly disappearing into the horizon.
"Hu!"
When Wutian completely disappeared from their sight, the dozen or so purple-clothed youths finally heaved a sigh of relief. Then, they looked at the group of Marquises and officials in front of them with unfriendly gazes.
"You dare to sow discord in front of the Asura King? It seems like you are tired of living!" A purple-clothed man laughed coldly. He did not hide his killing intent at all.
"Stop."
A purple-clothed woman with three moles on her chin hurriedly stopped this person. She shook her head and said, "Although the Asura King's last words 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 stunned.
"Gongsun Zhen, hurry up and explain," the purple-clothed man who was stopped said unhappily.
The purple-clothed woman said, "Think about it. Dongfang Xiao and the Asura King are close, and Yan Yu is Dongfang Xiao's wife. All these relationships show that the Asura King does not really care. He just does not have the energy to care now. Therefore, for safety reasons, before the Asura King dies, we should not act recklessly."
Speaking until here, the purple-clothed woman glanced at the dozens of trembling officials and laughed coldly, "Moreover, these people are still useful. After all, they are more familiar with the Great Yan Dynasty than we are, and they have more authority than we do."
Hearing this, the others gave the purple-clothed woman a thumbs-up.
In reality, Wutian did not leave immediately after leaving the golden palace.
To be precise, when everyone was unprepared, Wutian left a clone behind and hid in a corner of the golden palace.
If the people of the Wushan tribe dared to kill the people of the Great Yan Dynasty after he left, he would not hesitate to kill them on the spot.
The massacre was about to begin, but Gongsun Zhen suddenly stopped it and analyzed it logically. This made Wutian look at this woman in a new light.
It seemed that the Wushan tribe was not full of fools.
Seeing that the Great Yan Dynasty was not in great danger, Wutian dispersed his clone and rushed to Wanjun City.
Wanjun City!
This majestic city did not have any battles, so it was still intact.
However, it was now occupied by the Wushan tribe and became their base camp.
On the tall city wall, there were many purple-clothed men standing upright. They looked solemn and alert as they scanned the surroundings.
On the city wall directly above the city gate, a purple-clothed old man sat in the air. He seemed to have been injured. His face was slightly pale, and there was a hint of hostility between his eyebrows.
The old man was one of the nine elders, Gongsun Hai. He was ranked ninth.
"Hmm?"
Suddenly, he opened his eyes and looked into the distance. He did not have the turbid look that an old man should have. Instead, his eyes shone brightly.
In his line of sight, a small figure was quickly approaching.
When Gongsun Hai saw who it was, his face immediately darkened. He squinted his eyes and a strong murderous intent shot out. He said in a deep voice, "Wutian, it's you!"
"Why? Am I not welcome? "Wutian smiled faintly.
"I'm afraid that no one in the Wushan tribe will welcome you," Gongsun Hai said in a deep voice. A sharp aura slowly rose and enveloped Wutian.
Wutian did not mind and smiled. A cold light flashed in his eyes. He said, "If Gongsun Haoshu called me here to fight, I don't mind killing you first!"
"What an arrogant young man. Don't forget that you are alone now." Gongsun Hai said. His murderous intent grew stronger. The purple-clothed guards beside him also looked cold and were ready to fight.
"Alone?"
Wutian was stunned and shook his head disdainfully. He looked past Gongsun Hai and the others and glanced into the city. He said, "Gongsun Haoshu, if you don't show up, get ready to collect their corpses!"
Just as he finished speaking, a dignified and ethereal voice rang out in the Ten Thousand Catty City, "All of you retreat. Wutian, if you have the guts, come in."
Wutian sneered. Without any hesitation, under the hateful gazes of Gong Sunhai and the others, he slowly walked into the City of Ten Thousand Catty.
Along the way, the people of the Wushan tribe looked at him with eyes full of hatred. However, Wutian did not care at all. On the contrary, he felt an inexplicable sense of pride.
This was because only by having a powerful force that could intimidate them would one attract their hatred.
If he had been the one to flee back then, the gazes he faced today would not be hatred, but disdain, ridicule, and so on.
In his Spiritual Will, he sensed Gongsun Haoshu's aura in the hall where the Pavilion Master used to live.
Furthermore, before he even got close, he could already smell the rich fragrance of tea.
"Are they going to serve me?"
Wutian was surprised. His eyes flashed as he stepped forward and went in through a stone window. A magnificent hall came into view. The floor was paved with white jade, and the walls were inlaid with jade, colored glass, and precious stones. Under the sunlight shining in through the window, the hall reflected a colorful brilliance. It was exceptionally beautiful.
In the center of the hall, there was a tea table made of amber. Under the table was a fluffy animal skin. It was as white as the moonlight, without a speck of dust.
On the animal skin, a man in purple sat cross-legged. This man was Gongsun Haoshu. As for Wutian's arrival, he did not seem to see him. He remained silent and continued to brew tea.
As the tea boiled, wisps of fragrance drifted out. It was intoxicating and intoxicating.
Wutian's eyes flashed. He strode over and sat opposite Gongsun Haoshu. He also did not speak. He quietly looked at the boiling tea. No one knew what he was thinking.
After some time, Gongsun Haoshu waved his hand. Two teacups floated up from the boiling water. Then, he poured the brewed tea into them one by one.
"Please!"
Gongsun Haoshu extended his hand to Wutian. He picked up one of the teacups and slowly tasted it.
Wutian smiled faintly. He took the teacup from the air and gently sipped it. Then, he nodded in satisfaction.
He did not know how to drink tea. However, when the tea in the cup entered his body, he immediately felt refreshed. The tiredness accumulated over the past two days was swept away. This showed that this tea was extraordinary.
"Do you know why I brewed this pot of tea?" Gongsun Haoshu finally spoke. His tone was calm and his expression was indifferent.
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