Nangong Chun's conscience trembled. He widened his eyes in disbelief, thinking that he was hallucinating.
"It's really Yu 'er. How is it possible?"
After confirming it again and again, he felt as if he had been struck by lightning. His mind went blank, and he felt that the sky had collapsed. All the strength in his body was drained in an instant. With a shake of his hand, the jade box fell to the ground with a clatter.
Two heads rolled out and were stained with mud.
At this time, the others also noticed that something was wrong.
"Isn't that … Nangong Yu?"
"Oh my god, am I seeing things?"
"Nangong Yu is dead?"
"How did he die?"
"Could it be …"
Although it hadn't been long since Nangong Yu entered the Void-breaking Realm, as an influential figure in the past few months, he was very well-known. His portrait was also spread among the major forces. Therefore, some people immediately recognized that one of the two heads rolling on the ground was Nangong Yu, the "first martial artist in the world".
After a brief silence, everyone outside the mansion of Lord Virtuous the Eighth burst into an uproar.
A monstrous wave was set off in everyone's heart.
It was as if a nine-layered mountain fell heavily on the sea from a height of 10,000 meters, splashing tens of thousands of waves, which made everyone dizzy.
"What's going on?"
"Nangong Yu was killed?"
"Nangong Yu, the" Sea-crossing Purple Gold Beam and Sky-supporting White Jade Pillar "of the Nangong family, the number one martial artist in the Void-breaking Realm, was killed just like that?"
"Who did that tall and thin man just introduce himself?"
"The servant of the Knife Hut?"
"Doesn't that mean … Li Mu took action?"
"Nangong Yu was killed by Li Mu."
A series of information was instantly connected. Many people immediately understood the cause and effect and came to such a conclusion.
Everything that happened today suddenly became like a joke, a farce.
The Nangong family rose strongly and couldn't wait to dominate the world. They immediately chose to target Li Mu, the former Best Broadsword in the world, and wanted to take the position by stepping on the former strongest. Of course, this idea was not wrong, but the problem was that they underestimated Li Mu's strength.
Once Nangong Yu died, the fate that awaited the Nangong family would not only be like monkeys scattering when the tree fell, but also like an avalanche.
Without Nangong Yu, the top expert in the Void-breaking Realm, the forces that the Nangong family had offended by being too high-profile and too ruthless these days were enough to swallow up this thousand-year-old family bit by bit like ants gnawing on an elephant.
What was more, the most terrifying person the Nangong family had offended was Li Mu, the God of Broadswords.
Those who had been Li Mu's enemies in the past were all buried.
As for the members of the royal family of the Northern Song, after seeing Nangong Yu's head, after a brief shock, they were unable to conceal their ecstasy and relief.
Nangong Chunliang stood rooted to the spot.
In an instant, he seemed as if he'd aged a few hundred years, and he was completely devoid of spirit, energy, and spirit. He'd lost the domineering and arrogant aura he had earlier and looked down upon all the heroes of the world!
Looking at those arrogant disciples of the Nangong family, their expressions were extremely interesting. Each and every one of them was like a frosted eggplant, as though it was the end of the world. Some of them were already terrified and started to sneak into the crowd, trying to slip away.
"Master, Master, what should we do?" Kong Gang's face was full of horror.
Nangong Chunliang was like a dead man, unable to answer.
Zhang Yue, who was beside him, was also stunned at this time.
"How could things turn out like this?"
At this time, he was holding Lord Virtuous the Eighth's neck as if he were holding a piece of red soldering iron. The horror in his heart was indescribable. He hurriedly let go of Lord Virtuous the Eighth and squeezed out a smile on his face. "Your Highness, I …"
Lord Virtuous the Eighth fell to the ground and coughed heavily.
Immediately, a guard of the mansion rushed over and held Lord Virtuous the Eighth.
Zhang Yue, who had followed Nangong Chunliang for a long time, was also a ruthless character. Seeing that Lord Virtuous the Eighth gradually recovered his breath and looked unfriendly, Zhang Yue made up his mind. Knowing that he would definitely die, he decided to go all out. However, as soon as the idea came to his mind, he was locked by a strange aura.
The tall and thin man who claimed to be the Knife Servant of the Knife Hut looked over with a faint smile. It was just a look, but Zhang Yue suddenly felt a chill in his heart. He didn't dare to move at all!
The disciples of the Nangong family who were holding Zhao Ji and about to pierce his shoulder blades also panicked. Previously, they had relied on their master's power to bully Zhao Ji, but now they were in a dilemma. Holding Zhao Ji, they didn't know what to do, and their expressions were as dark as could be.
"My master said that the Nangong family needs to give Countess Huanzhu an explanation. As long as the countess is satisfied, he won't pursue this matter anymore." The Knife Servant looked at Nangong Chunliang and said lightly, "Do you understand?"
Nangong Chunliang felt as if he had just woken up from a dream.
He looked at the tall and thin man with a complicated look in his eyes. There was a lot of fear in them, but he couldn't arouse the slightest hatred.
Nangong Yu was dead. The most outstanding disciple of the family was dead. His son was dead. He was angry and frightened, but he didn't dare to show the slightest thought of revenge.
Because the Nangong family was a thousand-year-old aristocratic family with a profound foundation. After so many years of inheritance, they naturally had their own way of survival. They were flexible. At this time, they launched a desperate attack, which would inevitably lead to the end of the Nangong family.
As long as the Nangong family survived, there was hope for them to rise again.
Maybe they could cultivate a second or a third Nangong Yu.
But if the Nangong family was destroyed, everything might disappear.
"I … I understand. Our Nangong family … is wrong." Nangong Chunliang looked bitter. He lowered his head in a very sincere manner.
That lowered his head meant that the previous debate on "who is the real number one in the world" on the Divine Land had completely come to an end.
The answer came to light.
Taibai City was really terrible.
In the eyes of the outside world, the super event that was enough to affect the fate of the entire Divine Land for thousands of years was more boring as a child's play for Li Mu. He didn't even bother to show up in person. He just sent a Knife Servant to solve everything.
In contrast, the arrogance and condescension of the Nangong family these days was like a joke.
And those who talked about who was better and who sighed for Li Mu were also like a joke.
As for the major forces and sects who took the initiative to follow and make friends with the Nangong family, they even added fuel to the fire, secretly slandered Li Mu, looked down on Taibai City, and guided the public opinion to show their support for the Nangong family. They were more like a big joke.
How did Nangong Yu die?
No one knew.
That question was not even very important anymore.
What mattered was that Nangong Yu was dead, and Li Mu was alive.
The lanky man swept his eyes over the members of the Nangong family. With a sneer on his face, he said coolly, "There are three more Knife Servants like me in the Knife Hut. So, don't do those stupid things. Even if all the sects, clans, and empires in the world unite, they can't withstand a casual strike from our Taibai City."
After that, he turned around and took a step forward, disappearing between heaven and earth.
The area in front of Lord Virtuous the Eighth's residence fell into a dead silence.
After a long time, a look of determination appeared on Nangong Chunliang's face.
In front of thousands of people and under the gaze of thousands of people, he suddenly turned around and knelt at the gate of Lord Virtuous the Eighth's residence, shouting, "I, Nangong Chunliang, am here with the descendants of the Nangong family to ask for forgiveness from Countess Huanzhu. I know that my crime is unforgivable, and I am willing to apologize with my life. Please spare the old, the young, the women, and the children of the Nangong family!"
At this moment, Nangong Chunliang suddenly remembered that two days ago, when he deliberately broke into Countess Huanzhu's boudoir and flirted with her, the first beauty of the Northern Song said indifferently, "Isn't it good to be alive?" At that time, he felt that those words were like the roar of a trapped beast when it was trying to put up a desperate struggle. Now, it seemed that those words were more like the pity and disdain of a strong man for the stupid weak when he looked down on them.
Tears suddenly gushed out of Nangong Chunliang's eyes.
He regretted it so much.
If he hadn't provoked Li Mu and just consolidated his realm like the golden-winged roc, how could the Nangong family have fallen to such a state? As long as they didn't provoke Li Mu, the Nangong family would at least have one expert in the Void-breaking Realm, and they could become the number one family in the world, second only to Taibai City, with thousands of years of glory.
Plop! Plop!
The people of the Nangong family knelt at the gate of the mansion one after another.
This scene shocked countless people in the surroundings.
The situation had changed.
No one had expected that the Nangong family, which was supposed to rule the world, would become yesterday's flower in the blink of an eye. They had seen them build tall buildings, entertain guests, and then collapse.
Everyone in the royal family of the Northern Song was beaming with joy.
Under the gaze of the crowd, a timid little maid ran out of the mansion and said, "Get out of here. Don't block the way of the mansion, and don't let your blood stain the gate of the mansion." After that, the little maid quickly added, "That's what Countess said."
In the end, the people of the Nangong family left in disgrace.
The grand wedding ended just like that.
Countless people were sighing with emotion. There were so many beauties in the world, but they must not provoke Countess Huanzhu in the future.
Lord Jin, who had the power to unify the Northern Song, was killed because he offended Countess Huanzhu. Now, the Nangong family offended the first beauty of the Northern Song. What happened to Nangong Yu, the number one expert in the Void-breaking Realm? He was still dead through and through.
The two incidents in a row gave Countess Huanzhu an air of mystery and nobility, and her reputation grew.
The farce was over.
Half a day later.
In Taibai City, after reporting the journey in the Northern Song, the tall and thin man bowed and left Li Mu's study.
He was still shocked by the strand of broadsword intent released from that piece of jade. He could not understand it or see through it. Although he could also kill a bug in the Void-breaking Realm like Nangong Yu, it would take him some time and effort. He could not do what his master did, who killed Nangong Yu instantly with a strand of broadsword intent.
"What realm has my master's strength reached?"
Two years had passed, and the strength of the Four Men's Symphony had been greatly improved. But when facing Li Mu, they felt more and more scared and pressured.
In the study.
"Young Master, the Nangong family is so sinister. They bullied Sister Yu. It can be seen that all of them are scourges. Should we just kill Nangong Yu and let it go?" Ming Yue said indignantly.
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