Thinking of this, Ming Qianhe's heart suddenly shook.
How can a master not understand the character of his own apprentice? Although Aojunxie is the most powerful person in the world, he has always maintained due kindness and tolerance towards the Fengyun royal family. But this time, Aojunxie seems to have behaved...
Extremely unusual.
"Jun Xie!"
Ming Qianhe stretched out his hand towards Ao Junxie's retreating figure and let out an anxious cry.
However, the cloak stained red by blood has disappeared outside the door in the blink of an eye.[
Qing Kuang and Ming Qianhe hurriedly followed. Behind them, Wu Mian and Zhong Xie's disciples did not dare to be careless at all, and hurriedly ran towards the palace gate.
Just as he stepped out of the palace door, Qingkuang suddenly remembered something and stopped suddenly. He turned back to look at Xiaobao and his eyes fell on the golden young dragon in his arms.
"Xiaobao, can you give the little dragon a direction and let it fly there?"
Qing Kuang pulled Xiao Bao over and asked in a low voice.
Xiaobao touched the little dragon in his arms, tilted his head and thought about it, then nodded innocently.
Although he didn't know the specific meaning of Qing Kuang, the crisis scene just now made Xiaobao intuitively feel that this must be a very important matter.
The sound of howling wind rose from Qing Kuang's side, and with a flash of golden light, the figure of the young dragon suddenly disappeared in the sky. It quickly crossed the towering walls of the royal city and flew towards a certain direction in the capital.
Outside the palace, Ao Junxie stood proudly holding a red dragon sword.
Under his feet, bright red liquid dripped from the tip of the sword.
At this moment, all the Imperial Guards in Fengyun King's City had formed a huge circle, but they did not dare to approach Aojunxie from a distance. The weapons in their hands were timidly facing the "traitor" in the center.
They obviously already knew everything that happened in the palace. If they took one step forward, they would immediately be shattered into pieces. They knew this better than anyone else.
But now, Ao Moli has proclaimed himself the king and become the de facto master of Fengyun Kingdom. Although in the hearts of these warriors, everyone knows that Ao Moli is the thief of the country and the shameful traitor of Fengyun Continent...
"Ao Moli, stop asking people to die for you!"
Ao Junxie's deep voice sounded, his cold eyes looking at the ground without raising his head.
"You know in your heart that no matter how many warriors there are, they are like ants in front of me, Ao Junxie! If you are still a descendant of the Ao family and come out to die obediently, you can be considered upright for once!"
This loud sound resounded in the empty square of Fengyun King City, deafening and like thunder. It made the warriors who surrounded Aojunxie from a distance feel panic and their livers and gallbladders were broken. Their hands were so weak that they almost dropped their weapons to the ground.
No one dared to take the first step forward.
After a long time, the sound of frivolous and stumbling footsteps, mixed with the sounds of panicked footsteps, came from far and near.
This inconspicuous movement caused Ao Junxie's originally extremely stern expression to suddenly stir up a small wave of shock, and his sharp eyebrows also wrinkled slightly.[
The same ominous feeling that arose in Ao Junxie's heart was Qing Kuang and Ming Qianhe who were not far behind them.
"Aojunxie!"
Ao Moli's hoarse voice suddenly sounded.
In the square, everyone's eyes turned to the high platform in the distance.
Ao Moli had a ferocious look on his face. He raised the King's Sword high in his hand and pressed it hard on the neck of a thin, stooped old man with a white beard that he was holding tightly with one hand.