Elder Fen Xin glared at Nangong Lie with a sinister look and threatened fiercely.
As he said that, dozens of Miao poison masters behind him strode forward to capture the king. Upon seeing this, the seven princes drew their swords and stood up to protect Nangong Lie.
"Feng Xin! Don't push me too hard! This is the capital of Nanzhao Kingdom, and my father has the final say in everything!"
"Haha! The capital of Nanzhao? Boys, you are too naive! Do you really think that this city still belongs to your Nangong family?
Since the Holy King entered the city in person, the city has changed hands a long time ago! Here we come! Since this family is so stubborn, let’s take it together!”[
After hearing this, all the poison masters from Miao Jiang rushed towards them and were about to fight with the Nangong royal family when they suddenly heard Nangong Lie's angry voice roaring:
"Feng Xin! If you capture my Nangong family members, will the Nanzhao soldiers still listen to your command?
Without these 100,000 soldiers and civilians, Aojunxie’s stormy army is right outside the city gate, and none of you from Miaojiang and Guangming Temple can even think of leaving!”
Fen Xin's heart was shocked, and her evil eyes wrinkled slightly. Although Nangong Lie was weak and most of his sons except the seventh prince Nangong Jinsheng were nothing like this, his words were true.
King Nanzhao was killed, and if the soldiers in the capital didn't rebel immediately, even if they got Biluo Huangquan, they would still have no life left! He couldn't afford to suffer the consequences of the Holy King.
After careful consideration, Fen Xin waved her hands to the poison masters under her, motioning them to retreat, and shouted at Nangong Lie:
"Order the soldiers and civilians in the city to attack with all their strength! If you dare to deliberately fail to do your best again, I will throw one of your six sons down every half an hour!"
Fen Xin dropped these words viciously, turned around and walked away. He led dozens of Miao members and ran towards the Nanzhao Capital Square.
At this moment, all the white-clothed warriors in the Temple of Light were still surrounding Qing Kuang and Nangong Jinsheng. The Holy King's cold and sharp eyes never left Qing Kuang for a moment.
Blue Falls and Yellow Springs... The only token of the temple that he had been searching for for decades was now on the body of the weak woman in front of him.
He was like a wild beast, sharpening his claws. He wanted to pounce on the opponent at any time, devour Qing Kuang, and take possession of the thing that contained the temple's secret knowledge...
Nangong Jinsheng's body was always nervously blocking Qing Kuang's way, but his eyes were always looking toward the city tower anxiously, where the sound of war could be heard in the distance.
I don't know how the war between Fengyun and Nanzhao is going. If a blood feud results, everything will be irreversible.
"Qingkuang, I see these white-robed warriors are eyeing you. Do you think this bald holy king will treat you..."
Nangong Jinsheng couldn't help but asked in a low voice next to Qing Kuang's ear.
"Don't worry! I am a saint from the Temple of Light, and Baldhead's identity is beneath me. He does not dare to kill me easily. What he wants is to take me back to the temple headquarters and imprison me, just like my mother!"
Qing Kuang replied calmly.
Nangong Jinsheng was slightly relieved and nodded.
In the distance, a burst of rapid footsteps came.[
"Holy King! Holy King!"
Fen Xin shouted hurriedly from a distance.
"Ao Junxie and his Fengyun army are already breaking down the door!
They... seem to already know the situation in the city. That bastard Nangong Lie and his sons are also passive and lazy. They don't want to really fight against Fengyun's army. I'm afraid if this continues, it won't take long for Ao Junxie to...