There was still warm blood, covering Yang Haolie's body.
His face suddenly froze and his palms trembled.
The wine glasses he was holding fell to the ground and shattered on the ground.
"You...you...you..." Yang Haolie's body trembled, and his face turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Being able to kill several venerables with one hand, that person's strength is absolutely unfathomable!
Ye Guchen stood up calmly and walked towards Yang Haolie.
"You...who are you? I am Yang Haolie, the eighth prince of the Daqian Dynasty!"
Yang Haolie's legs were a little weak, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud, moving backwards.
It wasn't that he didn't dare to resist, but he knew that with that man's strength, there was no way he could resist.
His cultivation level is at the level of the God's Palace, not even that of a venerable, and there is no way he can escape.
Therefore, Yang Haolie could only reveal his identity and background, hoping to make the other party afraid.
"You are really stubborn." Ye Guchen sneered.
Yang Haolie had provoked him before in the Ancient Wasteland.
Unexpectedly, Yang Haolie bumped into his muzzle again now.
"You...you know this prince..." Yang Haolie reacted suddenly, and then listening to Ye Guchen's voice, something seemed to come to his mind.
Ye Guchen raised his head slightly, revealing the grimace mask under his hood.
When he saw this mask, Yang Haolie's face tightened, and then he took a breath as if he suddenly remembered something, couldn't help but speak, and said tremblingly.
"You...you are from the Sword Dynasty...Dugu..."
"That's right, I didn't expect that after I let you go last time, I could still knock you down this time. What a coincidence." Ye Guchen smiled faintly.
But that smile was very cold.
Yang Haolie's heart sank to the bottom.
With the news channels of the Daqian Dynasty, why don't you know all the things that happened in the Jian Dynasty?
Including Ye Guchen becoming the new sword leader.
But Yang Haolie couldn't figure out why the superior swordsman of the Sword Dynasty appeared in a small place like the Yanyun Dynasty.
"Dugu Wubai... no... Master Jiankui, please spare me this time, I will leave immediately..."
Yang Haolie was not a fool. Knowing that Ye Guchen might have something to do with the Yanyun Dynasty, he knelt down and kowtowed to beg for mercy.
Yang Haolie, who was extremely arrogant just now in the Yanyun Palace, was kowtowing and was extremely frightened.
If Yanhe and other members of the Yanyun royal family saw this scene, they would definitely be shocked.
But it is true that compared with his status as the sword leader of the Sword Dynasty, Yang Haolie's status as the eighth prince of the Great Gan Dynasty is really nothing.
"I gave you the opportunity once, but you didn't cherish it." Ye Guchen's eyes flashed with coldness.
The last time he held back, Yang Haolie almost harmed Yan Wushuang.
This time, he will naturally not make the same mistake again.
Sensing the murderous intent in Ye Guchen's tone, Yang Haolie shouted in panic: "You can't kill me, I am also the prince of the Daqian Dynasty after all. If you kill me, my father, Emperor Qian, will not let you go!"
"It's useless to use anyone as a shield!"
Ye Guchen raised his hands and his true energy spurted out.
He pointed them both as swords, one pointing to the sky and the other pointing to the earth.
Then he put his hands together, and the terrifying golden sword energy brewed out of his palms.
Then, he swept out with one finger!
A hundred-foot-long golden sword light shines brightly on the heaven and earth, reflecting the sky.
The unparalleled golden sword light swept directly towards Yang Haolie.
"No!"
Yang Haolie only had time to utter one word, and then his figure was directly annihilated in the golden sword light and exploded into a cloud of blood mist and dust.
That golden sword light was so powerful that it even split the entire restaurant into two.
The golden light shines, and the entire Yan is clearly visible.
"What is that?"
Such a vision shocked the palace.
Yan Wushuang was alone on the tall building, feeling worried and knotted in her heart.
At this time, she also saw the golden sword light directly cutting through the cloud-shrouded sky.
"That's..." Yan Wushuang's beautiful eyes were stunned.
For some reason, she felt a special throbbing feeling when she saw the golden sword light.
Without any hesitation, Yan Wushuang moved her long jade legs and her delicate body flashed out.
Many people in the palace were also alarmed and hurried to the scene of the incident.
Over at the restaurant, after killing Yang Haolie, Ye Guchen's expression showed no change.
It's just a prince, kill him if you want.
And he really deserves to be killed.
"The noise caused by it is a bit loud, Xingzhu, I'll get out of the way first." Ye Guchen said.
Mu Xingzhu nodded slightly.
Immediately, Lin Tu and Ye Guchen flashed away, while Mu Xingzhu stayed where he was.
Because she wanted to meet the senior brothers and sisters of Talin, the Sword Sect.
Just a moment later, the sound of breaking wind sounded, it was some guards from the palace.
Among them, there were even a few familiar figures.
Chu Qingchi, who was dressed in green, and Ye Xie, were all old disciples of Talin of the Sword Sect.
After coming to the Yanyun Dynasty, they joined the royal family.
"Those are...the corpses of Prince Daqian's followers?" Chu Qingchi was shocked when he saw some stumps and broken arms on the ground.
"Who killed them?" Ye Xie's expression changed.
The eighth prince of the Daqian Dynasty died in the capital of the Yanyun Dynasty.
When word of this spread, the Yanyun Dynasty couldn't wash it away even if they jumped into the Yellow River.
Only then did they notice the slim girl wearing a silver mask.
"You are..." Chu Qingchi's expression condensed.
At this time, Yan Shaotang, Ji Ling, and Yan Wushuang also arrived.
Seeing this scene in front of him, Yan Shaotang's heart skipped a beat and he almost fainted.
"Then the Eighth Prince is dead?" Ji Ling was also stunned, but a hint of joy flashed in his beautiful eyes.
Yan Wushuang's pupils also trembled.
She knew very well what it meant when the Eighth Prince died.
"The death of the Eighth Prince seems to be related to this person." Chu Qingchi pointed to the masked figure.
"You are..." Yan Wushuang also looked over.
"Hehe, senior sister, long time no see."
But I saw the man took off the mask on his face, revealing a fair and pretty face, with curved eyebrows, big eyes twinkling, and a smile.
"Are you...Junior Sister Mu?" Yan Wushuang was stunned for a moment.
Ji Ling, Chu Qingchi, Ye Xie and others were also stunned, and then joy appeared on their faces.
None of them expected that they would meet their old friends again.
What followed was a lot of pleasantries and sighs.
Ji Ling tactfully told Mu Xingzhu what happened to Ye Guchen in Tianhuang Plain, but she, Mu Xingzhu, didn't know.
Mu Xingzhu rolled his eyes and smiled, but did not say anything.
Yan Shaotang interjected with a pale face: "What time has it been? I'm still reminiscing about old times. This woman is probably related to the death of the Eighth Prince of Daqian!"
Ji Ling asked: "Junior Sister Mu, was it really you who killed the Eighth Prince?"
Mu Xingzhu turned his eyes and said: "It was a friend of Xingzhu who killed him. He couldn't understand Yang Haolie's behavior, so he killed him directly."
"What, friend?" Yan Wushuang and others were surprised.
What kind of friends did Mu Xingzhu make that he dared to kill even the Eighth Prince of Daqian?