Longxing's lineage is a single inheritance of three generations. Longxing's father fell in his early years. He was the only seedling, and the lifeblood of the elder Wu Emperor!

But now, I am just being beheaded so casually!

Zhan Wuque looked indifferent, as if he had crushed a fly to death and turned around and walked towards the eighth floor.

Now, the black-clad guards dared not stop him anymore, and even the deacon did not speak out.

Seeing Zhan Wuque's figure disappear, the deacon's face turned gloomy and ordered, "Cleaning the place clean and sending the bodies to their respective families"!

"Great Deacon, what should I do with that kid?"

The black-clad guard said tremblingly, so many people died just because he stopped him. If he pursued him, even he would have to bear the anger of the Emperor Wu.

"Disposition? Humph, it's all a big deal to say whether that kid can survive tonight"!

The deacon sneered.

On the other side, Zhan Wuque came to the eighth floor.

He has left behind the incident just now.

Gods should not be humiliated lightly, let alone the other party's repeated provocations.

He doesn't mind ending the other party's life in advance!

The eighth floor is a place for trading.

Many powerful Martial Kings sat on the ground and placed things to sell on the spot.

Speaking of which, Long Yunyun didn't know that the eighth floor of Fenghua Xueyue Tower was actually an underground trading place. She was just making a fool of herself and wanted to deliberately tease Zhan Wuque.

Unexpectedly, Zhan Wuque really found a very satisfactory place.

Because this is a transaction at the level of King Wu, which is not comparable to those street stores, and it starts at the lowest level three.

"Demon Fire"?

Zhan Wuque looked at a corner in his eyes, with a hint of interest in his eyes.

"No, that's it"!!
Chapter completed!