The guards fired arrows at random, but Song Jian's expression became increasingly ugly.
As the guards of the palace, they are equipped with the best bows and arrows in the entire Tianfeng Empire. They are all blessed by formations and are extremely lethal. However, they have no good effect on these people.
These people originally had the lowest cultivation level and were above the Void Refining Realm. Now, after going crazy, their bodies are extremely powerful, comparable to monster beasts.
When bows and arrows hit the body, only those with weak cultivation will be injured, while those with strong strength will not be able to break through the defense at all.
After a desperate fight, only three or four people fell in a pool of blood in the end.
But the remaining people were aroused with ferocity, and their destructive power became stronger and stronger. They saw that one attic after another in the palace was knocked down, and one landscape after another was destroyed.
Fortunately, these people were just venting their madness wantonly, without clear goals, and would even attack each other, resulting in a greatly reduced destruction efficiency. Otherwise, the entire palace would have been slaughtered.
"Damn it, who can tell me what the hell is going on?"
Seeing that the palace he had carefully built was turned into ruins, and that he was unable to stop it, Song Jian was so angry that his lungs almost exploded.
The bald man's name is Zhao Lian. He is Song Jian's personal bodyguard and his most loyal subordinate.
He said: "My lord, have you noticed any changes in the people of the Di family?"
Song Jian said angrily: "What change? Isn't it just crazy?"
"My lord, take a closer look. Do you think these people are much older than they were just now?"
Song Jian was so angry that he didn't observe carefully. Now he looked again after listening to Zhao Lian's words, and found that the entire Di family was much older than before.
Especially Di Long and Di Hu. They were already quite old, but now they looked even more haggard, gray-haired, and decrepit.
Although the conditions of the remaining people are better, they are also aging significantly.
Song Jian's expression changed slightly. As the prince and general marshal of the Tianfeng Empire, he was a well-informed person, but he had never seen such a situation before. He couldn't help but ask, "What's going on?"
Zhao Lian said: "According to my subordinates, they must have been poisoned by a very special poison."
"Poisoned?" Song Jian immediately thought of something and shouted immediately, "You mean, it was the boy named Ye who poisoned them."
"It should be him, otherwise we can't find anyone else."
Zhao Lian said, "When I was at Lingxiao Academy, that kid didn't really give in. The reason why he took the initiative to hand over these people to us was to find opportunities to do tricks.
It’s just that his method of poisoning was so clever that even his subordinates didn’t notice it.”
"Damn it, you dare to plot against me!"
Song Jian was so angry that his eyes burst out with fire. It would be fine if the other party just poisoned the Di family. The key point was that the poison was too weird. By the way, his palace was completely destroyed, and so many people died.
What he couldn't accept the most was not just these. He had always been used to strategizing and playing with the opponent at the palm of his hand.
After receiving the news today, he rushed to Lingxiao Academy. His purpose was to force Ye Bufan to surrender, to show off his power and let the other party see his skills.
The result was good: instead of doing anything to him, he was severely tricked. This huge feeling of frustration made him extremely uncomfortable.
"Ye, please wait for me. I will make you pay for your stupidity today."
At this moment, Song Jian's whole body was filled with cold murderous aura.
In the palace, as time passed, the violent aura of the Di family became weaker and weaker, and eventually they fell to the ground and died one after another.
What is horrifying is that whether it is the old Di Long, Di Hu, or those young disciples, they all looked very old when they finally died.
Everyone present shuddered when they saw it. This poison was so powerful that just one look at it made people feel numb and fearful from the bottom of their hearts.
Soon a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties ran over. He was the housekeeper of the palace.
Song Jian asked: "How's it going? Have you finished counting the losses?"
"Go back to your lord, the results have been obtained."
The steward said, "Just now we have a total of 108 casualties in servants and guards, 75 serious injuries, and 136 minor injuries.
Two-thirds of the palace was destroyed. If it is completely restored, the initial estimated loss is 1.5 billion gold coins..."
Listening to the butler's report, Song Jian couldn't help but feel a pang of pain in his heart. Those who died were all his most loyal men. This kind of loss would definitely not be made up for in a short time.
Moreover, the palace is in such a dilapidated state, even if he is the prince, 15 billion gold coins is not a small amount.
Moreover, if this matter spreads, it will not only lose money, but also the face of Prince Anshun.
In a word, this time it was definitely a heavy loss!
Seeing his extremely embarrassed expression, Zhao Lian said: "Your Majesty, do you want me to take someone to arrest that kid and hold him accountable?"
"What crime?"
As a scheming commander, although Song Jian was angry at this moment, his basic sense was still there.
"Do you think that in this case, it can be detected that the Di family members were poisoned? Even if it can be detected, how can we prove that it was Ye Bufan who poisoned them?
The person standing behind that kid now is the Empress Dowager. If you want to arrest someone without evidence, I’m afraid someone from the harem will already be there before you take action.”
"Then what should we do? Are we just going to endure it?"
Zhao Lian had an angry look on his face. He had never felt this angry since he was with the prince.
"Of course I can't bear it, this revenge must be avenged, but not now.
We must pay attention to methods and slowly put that kid to death!"
Song Jian said with a sinister look in his eyes. He didn't believe that he couldn't kill a young man in his twenties with his sophistication.
Now that the prince has made a decision, Zhao Lian naturally cannot say more. He asked: "Then what should we do with these people?"
"How else to deal with it? Just burn it and pretend they never came."
After speaking, Song Jian turned around and looked in the direction of Lingxiao Academy, gritted his teeth and said, "Boy, just wait for me!"
In the study of the dean of the Qingyu Branch, Fazheng was sitting on the Taishi chair, thinking deeply while sipping the fragrant tea in his cup.
At this time, the door opened and Bai Zhiwen hurried in from outside.
Fazheng asked: "How is things going at Lingxiao Academy?"
They also have their own news channel. As soon as the Di family moved, they received the news and they have been sending people to inquire about the news there.
"Dean, you are really good at predicting things."
Bai Zhiwen gave a thumbs up and said with admiration, "Our people just sent back the news that the Di family was not only defeated, but also defeated extremely miserably. Di Canghai and Di Rong were killed by Ye Bufan on the spot.
Already."
After hearing the news, Fazheng raised his eyebrows: "What is going on? Has the master behind that kid come forward?"
Since Shi Wance's death, he suspected that there was a super master standing behind Ye Bufan, so he did not act rashly.
