"It’s still too early to say since they haven’t made any moves yet."
Lin Chen spoke calmly, up until now, everything was rely his conjecture.
Cheng Huan and the others frowned, showing worried expressions.
Because Qingmu Kingdom was a Second-Rank Vassal State, there existed martial artists of the Heavenly Human Realm.
If they really had to prepare for the worst, and Qingmu Kingdom not only underwent internal strife but also decided to deal with the disciples of the Formation Sect who had arrived, then their current situation would be dangerous.
"Hmm?"
Suddenly, Lin Chen turned his head and looked towards the direction of the Qingmu Royal Palace.
"What is it?"
Cheng Huan and He Ye noticed Lin Chen’s change and imdiately asked, thinking Lin Chen had discovered sothing.
"It’s nothing, it’s getting late. Let’s find a place to stay for the night."
"Sothing might happen tonight."
Lin Chen looked at the people around him and said with a faint smile, indicating sothing with his words.
Subsequently, everyone was accommodated by Qingmu Kingdom and settled in a residence not far from the Crown Prince’s Mansion.
However, what Cheng Huan and the others did not know was that just now, Lin Chen turned his head towards the direction of the Qingmu Imperial Palace because he sensed a very familiar Yin Sha Qi.
Not long ago, inside the Qiankun Hall of the Qingmu Imperial Palace.
A general clad in iron armor knelt on one knee in the hall, exuding an extraordinary presence; he was actually a martial artist of the Ninth Layer of the Reverting Void Realm.
At this mont, sitting above on the royal throne, Qing Xuan wore a yellow robe; his gaze was cold as it fell upon the ironclad general.
"A month ago, you told that you had taken care of everyone who could contact the Formation Sect, so why have the disciples of the Formation Sect now co here?"
Emperor Qing Xuan looked at the ironclad general and asked indifferently.
Upon hearing this, the ironclad general trembled slightly, unsure of how to defend himself.
However, the words that followed from Qing Xuan made the ironclad general’s body shake even more violently.
"The Crown Prince isn’t dead, right?"
"You let him go! Are you indeed my Protectorate Great General, or are you the Crown Prince Qing Wu’s Great General?"
"I have not abdicated yet!"
Emperor Qing Xuan stood up from the throne and bellowed at the ironclad general below.
Upon hearing these words, the ironclad general imdiately knelt with both knees on the ground.
"I was confused at that ti and let the Crown Prince escape. My cri deserves death!"
The ironclad general pleaded for rcy.
"Deserve death? Indeed, you do."
Emperor Qing Xuan sat back on the throne slowly, knowing that things had co to this point, and the disciples of the Formation Sect had already arrived; getting angry now would be of no use.
The ironclad general thought that Emperor Qing Xuan would not bla him any further, but suddenly he felt a chilling power attacking from behind and quickly turned around, only to see a huge black demon atop the royal hall, unknown where it ca from, swinging its nurous black tentacles.
If Lin Chen were here, he would surely recognize that these black tentacles were identical to the Blood Chains he absorbed and refined during the battle with the disciples of the Black Cloud Sect in Divine Sun City.
However, the blood chains at this mont were not red but black, and there were as many as a thousand of them.
Swoosh——
Suddenly, those originally pliant black tendrils stiffened and shot straight towards the Ironclad General. Just as he began to perceive the threat, his body was pierced through by countless black tendrils.
Imdiately after, the Ironclad General’s blood and vital energy were swiftly drained by the black tendrils.
In just a few dozen breaths of ti, the Ironclad General turned into a pile of bones clad in iron armor.
At this sight, Qing Xuan stood up once again from the dragon throne, but this ti his deanor wasn’t as aloof as it had been when facing the Ironclad General. Instead, it was extrely servile as he raised his head and looked up at the tentacle demon above him.
"Your Highness, the disciples of the Formation Sect have ultimately arrived at the Qingmu Imperial Palace. Shall I lead them here right now to provide you with an additional al?"
Qing Xuan asked with a chilling heart as he looked up at the tentacle monster above him.
This was not the first ti he had witnessed such a scene. Yet, each ti the tentacle demon reduced a person to a skeleton, his heart would palpitate.
Not to ntion the Ironclad General with his Ninth Layer of the Reverting Void Realm, even the three Protectorate Supre Elders beside the Crown Prince t the sa fate.
Therefore, Qing Xuan had no strength to resist, not even daring to conceive of it.
"Don’t rush. Handle this matter well. You must not let them escape again."
"If you attract the attention of those old fogeys from the Formation Sect, then we will be in big trouble. If that happens, you know what the consequences will be."
After the tentacle demon finished speaking, it transford into a shadow and disappeared from the ceiling above.
The ability of the other party to appear and disappear like a ghost left Qing Xuan with an incessant palpitation.
He then made arrangents to ensure that Lin Chen and the others would not return...
...
That night.
The cold wind howled, and the full moon hung high. It was indeed not a good night to be out.
After Lin Chen and the others sat down to ditate, several black figures quietly slipped into their rooms.
Before entering the rooms, these black figures released a considerable amount of black smoke through the windows around where everyone was staying. This smoke was capable of preventing martial artists from properly circulating their spiritual power, rendering them no different from ordinary people for a ti.
Of course, what could not be circulated was only spiritual power; physical strength and the like were still present.
Swoosh——
After the black-clothed n entered the rooms, they imdiately thrust their swords at Lin Chen. However, just as one sword was about to pierce Lin Chen’s body, Lin Chen opened his eyes and sent a punch straight to the black-clothed man’s chest.
Thump——
The punch collapsed the chest of the black-clothed man, breaking his ribs instantly, and the sword that the black-clothed man used to stab Lin Chen did not even leave a wound.
After further cultivation in the Five Elents Glaze Tower, Lin Chen had honed his Scorching Sun Divine Fist to a level infinitely close to the Sixth Layer. The durability of his body had reached the point where it could compete with a martial artist of the Fifth Level of the Reverting Void Realm, so how could the man’s attack possibly hurt Lin Chen?
In the other rooms, the sa scene was unfolding at that mont.
All the black-clothed assassins who ca to kill them were repelled.
"How is this possible, how could you not be affected by the Weakness Scattering Powder?"
The black-clothed n were baffled. They had clearly released Weakness Scattering Powder into the room, but Lin Chen, Cheng Huan, and everyone else seed unaffected.
However, they had no idea how strong Lin Chen’s divine soul was. He had sensed their movents early on and had preemptively administered the Poison-Avoiding Pill to everyone, ensuring they would not be poisoned.
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