Chapter 1226
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The middle-aged man was not angry at Yang Baiyu's slander of the Clan of Wu. Instead, he laughed as if he was looking at a dead man. His smile slowly faded as he said in a cold voice, "Because someone has already hired us to assassinate you. Therefore, we can't accept your huge bounty of ten million! "
As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Baiyu's expression changed dramatically. He stood up abruptly. However, before he could do anything else, a black shadow suddenly swept out from a dark corner of the room. The long sword in the shadow's hand accurately pierced through Yang Baiyu's back.
"Swoosh!"
The attack and the retraction of the sword were completed in half a breath's time. The swift and fierce assassination technique was astonishingly fast!
"Uh …" Yang Baiyu suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart. He turned his head in disbelief and saw a young face looking at him coldly.
This face wasn't unfamiliar to him. It was Wu Moying who had fought with Long Bufan on the Hundred Sect Battle Platform half a year ago. At that time, when this person was defeated by Long Bufan and admitted defeat, Wu Moying had even called this person a piece of trash.
Yang Baiyu clutched his chest in panic, but his heart had been pierced, and a large amount of scarlet blood gushed out of the hideous hole. His life force was also rapidly fading away in the blood.
"Long Bufan entrusted me with the task of assassinating you and returning the treasures you stole from the national treasury a day before you did." Wu Moying looked indifferently at Yang Baiyu, who had fallen to the ground. His cold eyes were ruthless. As an excellent assassin, he had never shown any mercy to his prey.
"Long Bufan … I curse you … to die a horrible death …"
Yang Baiyu looked up at the ceiling, his eyes filled with endless resentment. As soon as he finished speaking, his pupils gradually dilated and his life was over.
Because Yang Baiyu's cultivation had only reached the peak of the Yuan Dan Stage and had not stepped into the Divine Sea Stage, he had not condensed a Primordial Spirit. Therefore, once his physical body died, he was completely destroyed.
"Young Master Wu, there's no need for you to personally kill prey with low cultivation."
The middle-aged man looked at Wu Moying and said in a respectful tone. In his opinion, Wu Moying was the most outstanding genius of the younger generation of the Clan of Wu. If nothing unexpected happened, he would at least become a high-level member of the Clan of Wu in the future. He might even become the successor of the Clan Leader.
"Long Bufan is someone worth befriending. His matters are my matters. It's just a small matter to me."
After Wu Moying finished speaking, he squatted down and retrieved five storage bags from Yang Baiyu's corpse. These bags contained more than half of the wealth of the Heavenly Flame Empire. If they were unable to retrieve them, the entire empire's economy would be in turmoil. At that time, the people who would suffer would be the commoners at the lowest rung of society.
"Looks like Young Master Wu and Long Bufan really got to know each other after a fight. It's his fortune to be able to be our Young Master Wu." The middle-aged man also took the opportunity to flatter and chuckle.
"No." Wu Moying shook his head. However, Wu Moying shook his head. Under the middle-aged man's puzzled expression, the corners of his mouth curled into a smile as he said, "It should be my blessing to be able to be friends with him. Clean up the corpse. I have a party tonight and must hurry. "
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