The first thousand one hundred and seventy-two chapters
However, what made the guests present, and even the three Xiaoyue strong men who were close at hand, shrink their pupils sharply was that Xia Qingchen in front of them actually disappeared out of thin air!
Only a red light was left, flashing in their eyes.
Bang
Immediately, the nirvana weapons in the hands of the three people were all broken into two pieces.
On the chests of the two small moon warriors on the left and right, there was a blood mark that was deep enough to see the bones, and a steady stream of blood rolled out from it.
The two of them had their hearts in their throats and their heads went blank, fearing that they might be fatally injured.
It wasn't until it was confirmed that the injury was just a touch, and no internal organs were hurt, that my heart slowly relaxed.
Cold sweat broke out on their foreheads in unison. They had not experienced this terrifying feeling of walking through the gate of hell for many years.
Plop
But what made their hearts skip a beat was when something fell to the ground.
Looking sideways, he saw that the old man with a white beard sandwiched between them was dead. A blood line on his neck separated his body...
"Whether I am worthy of being the God of War or not, it doesn't matter whether you accept it or not." What made the two of them feel the coldness on their feet was that they thought of Xia Qingchen's voice behind them.
Turning around, he saw Xia Qingchen standing with his hands behind his back, holding a sword in one hand and facing away from them.
Sensing that they had turned their heads, he swiped the bloody sword in his hand and placed it across their necks: "Are you going to follow this old guy who talks about the ways of kings and ministers, or get out of my sight immediately?"
"Get out! Let's get out now!" The two of them said it without thinking. How could they dare to say nonsense, and how could they dare to care about protecting the Ninth Prince?
The Nirvana weapon in the opponent's hand is too terrifying. Killing them is like killing a chicken or a dog!
Moreover, the other party had clearly spared their efforts just now, only injuring but not killing, so they should have known better.
"You have three breaths." Xia Qingchen took back the Dayan Sword.
The two left immediately and disappeared from Xia Qingchen's sight without even taking a breath.
At this time, the whole hall was silent.
The eyes of the visitors jumped back and forth between the corpse of the old man Xiaoyue and Xia Qingchen. They held their breath and did not dare to take a breath.
The huge living room was as silent as a graveyard late at night, depressing and scary.
The first one who couldn't bear the fear was naturally Hua Wen Lei!
Her legs were weak and her teeth were chattering uncontrollably, like a little sheep being targeted by an evil spirit.
But, who would have thought that this little sheep was also the evil ghost that pushed Lian Xing into a pit of despair, and he still does not know whether he is alive or dead?
Xia Qingchen turned his wrist and pressed the cold sword edge against Hua Wenlei's neck. He looked away and said indifferently: "Who else can save you?"
Hua Wenlei's spirit had been weakened to the limit. After hearing this, she immediately burst into tears: "Master Xia, Mr. Xia, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I didn't mean it!"
Are you talking about such meaningless nonsense now?
It’s meaningless!
"I don't want your regrets." Xia Qingchen said calmly: "You just need to remember not to make the same mistake again in your next life."
A red light passed over her neck, and her head flew into the air, leaving only her body with blood gushing out.
The spray of blood covered the Ninth Prince's body.
He sat there with a face as heavy as water, holding his hands tightly on his knees, feeling the hot blood spurting out from Hua Wenlei's body behind him, but his heart was extremely cold.
He did not look sideways at Xia Qingchen, but looked straight ahead. Maintaining the prince's graceful sitting posture, he gritted his teeth and said in a low voice: "Xia Qingchen! Do you know the consequences?"
Xia Qingchen shook his hand, and all the blood stains on the Dayan sword were shaken off, leaving not a trace left.
The so-called killing without blood is nothing more than this!
He returned the sword to its sheath, grabbed the Ninth Prince by the collar, and pulled him up from his seat amidst the exclamations of the guests.
Without any explanation, he raised his palm and slapped him twice in the face.
bang bang
The clear slap sound made the Ninth Prince a little confused. Xia Qingchen still dared to hit himself?
He, did he rebel?
But when he met Xia Qingchen's eyes, the Ninth Prince's heart palpitated inexplicably.
Those eyes were filled with calm contempt, not a disguised and deliberate contempt, but the natural contempt of a god looking down at a mortal.
It seems that in his eyes, as the ninth prince, he is just an ant that can be crushed to death at any time.
"Who gave you the courage to challenge me?" Xia Qingchen threw him into a pool of blood, then stepped on his chest: "Just because of your identity as the ninth prince?"
All the guests in the hall gasped, Xia Qingchen really made a move on the Ninth Prince!
How dare he!
For the first time, the Ninth Prince truly experienced Xia Qingchen's wild and domineering nature!
For safety reasons, he no longer dared to say provocative words. He just closed his mouth tightly and said nothing. He did not even dare to look at Xia Qingchen again.
"Be your ninth prince and stop provoking me!" Xia Qingchen said lightly, "Because you are not qualified!"
There may be people in the world who can face Xia Qingchen, but that definitely doesn't include the little Ninth Prince!
After saying that, he took back his feet and left slowly under the attention of the whole audience.
With one man and one sword, he calmly entered the Ninth Prince's mansion, took off the head of Hua Wenlei who was protected by thousands of troops, and finally stepped on the Ninth Prince and walked away calmly.
If word spreads, it will definitely shock the entire Liangzhou City and cause an uproar!
And the Ninth Prince is afraid that he will become the laughing stock of everyone!
Throughout the ages, he is probably the only prince who has been stepped on by his ministers!
The Ninth Prince climbed up from the pool of blood, looking as embarrassed as a wild dog. He clenched his fists and said in a low voice: "See you off!"
The butler rushed over immediately and sent all the guests away with a shameless face. When he was the only one left, the Ninth Prince finally couldn't restrain his anger, kicked the throne away, and roared: "Xia Qingchen!! I will sooner or later
I want to trample you under my feet and make you regret it!"
That kick and those two slaps were the greatest shame he had ever experienced in his life!
It is said that Xia Qingchen left the Ninth Prince's mansion alone.
But outside the mansion, a group of people in slightly familiar costumes were lined up waiting outside.
They are well-equipped, highly skilled, and have fish patterns embroidered on their shoulders.
Its identity is self-explanatory, the Six-Fan Palace, which governs the captured Six-Fan Palace.
However, the leader was not the person from Liushan Palace, but the old man in green robe who had left and returned. His expression was cold: "Xia Qingchen, take the order!"
Sure enough, Xia Qingchen refused to obey the order, and King Liang became completely angry and decided to take action against Xia Qingchen.
However, King Liang had another excuse.
"The prince is guilty of breaking the law and the common people are guilty! Xia Qingchen wantonly killed Miss Yu's family. His crime is extremely heinous. He should be immediately arrested and taken to Liushan Palace for interrogation!"
He was obviously angry that Xia Qingchen ignored the majesty of Prince Liang, but he used a high-sounding excuse.
The sentence "Princes who break the law are as guilty as the common people" stops the world's Youyou from telling others that any prince who breaks the law will be punished, let alone the God of War?