What an arrogant fellow!
The backyard and the front yard were separated by a row of bamboo buildings. They were only a few steps away from each other, so they didn't even have a chance to show off.
Tsiogua had personally experienced the might of a battle array after experiencing the great battle in Feng City.
Individual power was insignificant in the face of the general situation.
He had benefited a lot from that battle.
Recently, he had been cultivating very hard in order to prepare for the arrival of the omen. Although he hadn't comprehended the Emperor intent contained in the Taurus Palace's battle armor, his cultivation base had improved a lot and he had already stepped into the seventh-level Venerate.
Qin Hao had been refining pills while taking care of Xiao Han. Not only had he not fallen behind in his cultivation, but he had improved even faster.
Currently, there was only one level between the two of them, and Tsiogua was about to be overtaken.
Obviously, the pressure of the Sacred Palace omen had made Qin Hao's burden heavier. In private, he was working harder than Tsiogua.
However, in just a few steps, the aura of a seventh-level Venerate had evaporated into thin air, which still terrified Tsiogua. He glanced at Qin Hao strangely. As his cultivation base improved, his big brother's combat strength became more and more terrifying.
Fortunately, there was still one person left in front of him. Zhong Anze's faint soul power fluctuations made Tsiogua not dare underestimate him. His soul power was very strong, and his opponent's aura was at the peak of the Venerate level. Tsiogua was a seventh-level Yuan Venerate, so he was three levels weaker. Unless their soul powers restrained each other, he definitely wouldn't be able to defeat him.
Well, let Boss continue.
Zhong Anze didn't care about the provocation on Tsiogua's face. He was in a daze for a while. He wasn't surprised that he had killed a low-level Death Servant and a high-level Death Servant. Based on the abilities that Qin Hao had displayed, this person's movement techniques were strange, and the power of his finger techniques was very shocking. The grade of his techniques wasn't low, and they were all extremely lethal techniques.
However, killing a Divine Elephant martialist with a single punch made Zhong Anze solemn.
It should be known that as a top-level Death Servant, he couldn't do anything to that Divine Elephant martialist without using his soul power.
Qin Hao, on the other hand, was able to kill him with a single punch, so clean and efficient.
Not only was this person's cultivation technique powerful, he was also a rare Essence Soul martial artist, and his Essence Soul was extremely strong.
Zhong Anze thought of many things. At this moment, even he did not have much confidence in taking down Qin Hao.
"Take me to your master." Qin Hao looked at Zhong Anze coldly, giving him time to organize his thoughts.
Seven Death Servants were not enough for them to redeem the crime of attacking Xiao Han. What Qin Hao wanted was to ferret out the prince of the Mara Palace.
Zhong Anze was startled again!
Looking for the Third Prince?
What was this white-haired martial artist trying to do?
Could it be that he thought that he could do anything to the Third Prince?
"Are you sure?" Zhong Anze sneered.
Killing the seven Death Servants of the royal Mara family was a capital offense in the first place. He hadn't hardened his heart to punish Qin Hao yet.
White Hair, on the other hand, did not give up and insisted on meeting his master.
To seek an explanation?
"I think it's still not too late for you to escape now!" Zhong Anze sneered.
Based on Qin Hao's ability to kill the Divine Elephant martialists, Zhong Anze might not be able to stop him if he escaped now.
Zheng Qingchi was not just a decoration in the Zheng Family's palace. Zhong Anze was still unaware of Qin Hao's true identity.
His six-fingered fist had killed so many Yuan Venerates, including a level-nine Essence Soul martialist. This was enough to prove that this person was not a nobody.
At the very least, he should be someone that Zheng Qingchi relied heavily on. Would the Zheng Family allow the white-haired martial artist to die?
If he made a move, Zheng Qingchi would not sit idly by.
Of course, Zhong Anze was not afraid that Zheng Qingchi would kill him to silence him.
After all, his identity was very different from the Death Servants.
He had followed Zheng Qingchi on this trip and disappeared without a trace. How could Prince Mo Xian not investigate?
The Great Zheng did not have the guts to go against the East Continent's Mara Nation.
Therefore, Qin Hao's only way out was to escape!
"If you think this is a joke, I don't mind sending you on your way." Qin Hao took a step forward with a sharp look in his eyes.
"What do you think, Brother Qingchi?" Zhong Anze glanced at Zheng Qingchi. He wanted to see what the Zheng Family's attitude was.
"I can't do anything about it."
Zheng Qingchi smiled helplessly. The Zheng Family had regained its throne and title because of Qin Hao. How could he do anything about it?
"Alright, don't regret it!"
Zhong Anze turned around and flew away. The Zheng Family did not care. Fine, the prince was in the city. Would the white-haired martial artist have the guts to follow?
Qin Hao and Tsiogua followed. Back in the East Continent, Dendi's name had shocked everyone. Why would he be afraid of a small nation like Mara Nation?
"Second Young Master, what should we do?" a middle-aged martial artist asked nervously. The old servant of the Zheng Family was still used to addressing Zheng Qingchi as such.
"Guard the courtyard and don't let anyone enter.
Also, find some maids to take care of Princess Jingyue. "Zheng Qingchi raised his Yuan Qi and stepped into the air to chase after the three figures in front of him.
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Feng City, Tianshui Street.
There were two luxurious restaurants on Tianshui Street.
One was Junwang Restaurant, and the other was Huangxiang Court.
The two magnificent restaurants stood opposite each other. They were both extraordinarily grand and filled with guests. It was as if the sun and moon were competing for glory.
It was rumored that the owners of the two restaurants were originally a couple. However, for some reason, their marriage was cut off.
The mistress of the house was injured and built Huangxiang Court.
As for the male owner, he seemed to be constantly thinking about his true love.
Therefore, he built Junwang Restaurant.
No one knew what had happened between the two of them, but they could tell that the couple still cared about each other.
Because the mistress of Huangxiang Court had never married.
And the male owner of Junwang Restaurant had not married for many years.
Even though they cared about each other, the two of them could not put aside their pride. Perhaps they wanted to fight for their pride and make the other party admit defeat.
Therefore, they worked hard to manage their businesses, making Huangxiang Court and Junwang Restaurant stand against each other.
At this time, on the top floor of Huangxiang Court, which had a serene floral fragrance and an elegant style, a black-clothed youth sat facing the window.
The youth's black hair hung over his shoulders, and his eyebrows were slender and long. His resolute and handsome face looked very tough. At a glance, his appearance gave people a feeling of extraordinary grandeur. Wearing black clothes, he invisibly added a bit of domineering aura.
The youth sat quietly with a guqin laid flat under him. His ten fingers slowly plucked the strings. The guqin music was like a quiet stream, exceptionally comfortable to the ears. The guqin music was extremely harmonious with the serene style of Huangxiang Court. It was as if sitting in the building and listening to the guqin could make people forget all the troubles in the world and only be willing to indulge in the music.
There were no windows on the top floor of Huangxiang Court. Opposite the youth, it was extremely spacious and open, directly facing the main street.
He was playing the guqin on the top floor, and the pedestrians on the street could be seen at a glance.
At this time, the street was filled with the figures of the common people. Among them, there was no lack of young ladies from famous families in Feng City. They looked at the man playing the guqin on the top floor, completely intoxicated.
But this man could only let them watch from afar. No one dared to have the illusion of being with him.
Because the man playing the guqin was the Third Prince of the Moluo State in the East Continent. He was as noble as the Son of Heaven. Even the young ladies of the famous families in Feng City would feel inferior and could only look up to him.
There was no one around the Third Prince of the Moluo State.
On this trip, all his subordinates were on the second or third floor below the top floor.
Even the three devil generals closest to him, except for Zhong Anze who left with Zheng Qingchi, Liu Bingyan and Gu Kui, did not dare to enter the top floor, so as not to disturb Prince Mo Xian's intoxication with music.
Of course, so many common people crowded Tianshui Street, it was not because of Mo Xian alone.
On the top floor of the Junwang Building opposite, there was also a person with a very high status.
And that person, compared to Mo Xian, was not the slightest bit weaker.
"Prince Mo Xian of the Great Moluo State. With such temperament and musical attainments, even the number one musical genius of the Southern Region, Changhe Lo, may not be his match."
Someone on the top floor of the Junwang Building spoke.
To the common people below, this person was no stranger. He was the grandson of the former Elder of the Right, Xiang Bu, of the Ten Thousand Cultivators Union, Xiang Mo.
At this moment, beside Xiang Mo sat a noble young man in brocade robes.
This young man also came from the East Continent. His eyebrows were like swords, and his face was stiff. He did not smile, and his entire body exuded a sharp aura. No one dared to approach him. He just sat there calmly, like an ancient ferocious beast ready to devour people.
If Qin Hao were here, he would definitely recognize this person.
It was Zhou Wudao of the East Continent!
"Of course, Brother Zhou's aura is even better than Prince Mo Xian's." Xiang Mo smiled apologetically.
Zhou Wudao, the Second Prince of the Great Zhou Empire, thirty years old. His current cultivation level had reached the second level of the Emperor Stage.
Such a high status and such a terrifying cultivation level. Compared to him, Xiang Mo was like an ant.
The cultivators of the East Continent had always been respected by the people of the three regions. Mo Xian and Zhou Wudao were both princes of the empire. Xiang Mo did not dare to provoke either of them.
With the arrival of the Divine Palace, all the princes of the great empires and the geniuses of the ancient clans had come to the Southern Mountain Range.
On this trip, Zhou Wudao and Mo Xian entered the Zheng Empire from the East Continent at the same time. Naturally, they were highly valued by the Zheng Clan.
Therefore, Zheng Qingchi was ordered to accompany Mo Xian while Xiang Mo received Zhou Wudao.
Now, Xiang Bu was the Minister of Military Affairs of the Zheng Empire and was in charge of the entire army.
His grandson naturally had enough qualifications to sit beside Zhou Wudao.
Of course, this was from the perspective of the Zheng Clan and Xiang Bu.
However, from the moment Zhou Wudao stepped into Feng City, he did not even look at Xiang Mo.
In Zhou Wudao's eyes, there was only Mo Xian, who sat at the same height as him, on the top floor of the Huang Xiangwan Building.
The Great Zhou Empire and the Mo Luo Empire had always been enemies.
On this trip, they came together to participate in the Divine Palace. Along the way, Zhou Wudao was always paying attention to Mo Xian.
Seeing that Zhou Wudao did not say anything, Xiang Mo felt awkward. How could he not know that Zhou Wudao did not take him seriously?
And Zhou Wudao did have the capital and arrogance to look down on him.
However, speaking of arrogance, Qin Hao's face involuntarily appeared in Xiang Mo's mind.
In the Golden Light City, he crushed Changhe Lo and the other three geniuses of the Southern Mountain Range in one battle. He trampled on Xuanyuan Feng and killed Xuanyuan Wuying's son in front of him. He was the master of the Xiliang Dan Ge.
Qin Hao was also an arrogant guy who made people want to beat him up.
It was a pity that Xiang Mo could not beat Qin Hao.
If Qin Hao was here, it would be fun. Xiang Mo wanted to see who was more arrogant, Zhou Wudao or Qin Hao, who had turned the Southern Mountain Range upside down.
"The Divine Palace is full of danger. On the day when it opens, the Zheng Prince will inevitably need Brother Zhou to take care of him.
Of course, there are some strong people in the Zheng Clan. One of them has a similar temperament as Brother Zhou.
This person is extremely arrogant and does not even take me seriously. If Brother Zhou sees him in the future, you must teach him well. "
Xiang Mo said. He was secretly happy. He could not beat Qin Hao. If Zhou Wudao was willing to beat him up, it would be wonderful.
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Jiutian Divine Emperor.