The arrogant imperial concubine arrives, the favorite of the regent

A loud roar sounded, indicating that a solid stone door had collapsed instantly.

At this time, a group of people in black were gathered inside. When they heard the noise from the gate, they all shuddered with fear. The place where they were was equivalent to a main hall, with some small stone doors at the back.

Some people who were resting in other small stone gates also ran to the main hall. They were stunned to see a huge crack in the first gate of their residence and a cloud of white dust was flying over.

"Look! The gate is broken!"

"There are unexpected guests!"

"Have all the traps we set up on the outside been broken? How is it possible? How could anyone break into the outermost gate and the stone door for the bedroom?"

A man in black stood up, covered his face with a black veil, stood up first, and said to the others: "Go out and take a look!"

The group of men in black also covered their faces with veils, stood up suddenly, and looked towards the gate. Could it be a ghost who could hit someone inside them without anyone noticing?

The men in black were not wrong, what greeted them was a ghost.

The ashes from the broken stones gradually dissipated, and a tall man in a black python robe stood at the door. In his right hand, with blue veins bulging, he was dragging a long and narrow soft sword. The sword was sharp and emitting a terrifying light. His aura was like the King of Hell coming to claim his life.

He was wearing a mask with a ghost face and fangs. There was a small hole in the center of the forehead of the mask, revealing a blood-red lotus mark.

The pair of blood-red pupils were staring at them coldly.

Everyone gasped. Who is this person? Oh no, what the hell is this?

His eyes trembled suddenly as he looked at the soft sword in the hand of the ghost-faced man. The arrow head flashed with a strange blood color.

Could it be that this color came from the poison on the hidden arrows?

"Sir, may I ask who it is?" The leader of the men in black fixed his narrow eyes, and his tone was stable after deliberately suppressing his emotions.

It was obvious that the other party was of great importance, so it would be better not to offend him if possible. Not to mention that the other party was like a Yama King who wanted to take their lives. They had never seen a person with such an aura that could oppress people's souls, except for that person -

The God of War Prince of Zhongyue Kingdom, Ye Xiaohan.

The men in black raised burning torches and shone them towards the door.

Seeing the ghost-faced man looking at them straight in the eye, his pair of blood-red pupils were motionless, and the light of the torches in the cave was still jumping in his eyes, as well as a hint of cold murderous intent.

A cold snort suddenly sounded, and the ghost-faced man had no intention of answering their questions.

Wei Song, wearing a veil, and some guards in black clothes appeared and stood on both sides behind the man with the ghost face.

The leader of the men in black and his followers were frightened, wondering if they had offended anyone in Zhongyue.

"Sir, we have no grudges against each other, please..."

"Why?" The ghost-faced man snorted coldly, not giving the leader a chance to continue speaking.

"What?" The leader also started to get angry, revealing his true ferocious face.

"I think you want to die!"

"Ah."

The ghost-faced man, whose original owner was Ye Xiaohan, looked at the men in black with disdain— “I see, it is you who will die today.”

At this time, the leader and other men in black also began to react. When they first saw the ghost-faced man, some small thoughts flashed through their minds, but they didn't think of some information for a while. After thinking for a while, they heard the unique self-proclaimed "this deity" and were shocked.

"The ninth level of the Netherworld!" The leader was shocked, his pupils widened.

"Bang!" A cold light suddenly struck the leader with the force of thunder.

The leader's veil turned into powder in an instant. At the same time, the huge impact force hit his internal organs. He was thrown backwards, knocking down a group of men in black, causing them to groan.

"I've already said that you are not allowed to address me directly." Netherworld Jiuchong said faintly, and then raised his big hand wearing a golden scale glove.

It clearly means that if he is unhappy, he will have a bad ending.

The leader suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and could feel his internal organs twisting and twitching. Netherworld Nine Layers only struck him with a palm wind, but it seriously injured him! When he was in Nantai, his martial arts skills were also among the best in the death squad!

The other men in black had already been frightened to the point that their pupils shrank suddenly and their hearts were trembling uncontrollably.

All the men in black were shocked by the strength of Netherworld Nine, and did not dare to act rashly at this time.

Except for the East Asian Empire, the other four countries have a limited number of top martial arts masters, and very few can reach the level of Martial Emperor.

But there are rumors in the martial arts world that the Ninth Layer of the Netherworld has extremely high skills. There was even a rumor that the Ninth Layer of the Netherworld's martial arts level has surpassed the Martial Emperor level, and there is hope that it can be cultivated to the level of Martial Lord in the future!

You have to know that even in a powerful and prosperous country like the Eastern Empire, there are only a few dozen Martial Honored Ones in the entire country. Moreover, more than half of them are members of the independent organization, the Martial God Pavilion, who are just registered as members of the Eastern Empire and will not make any contribution to the Eastern Empire. To put it bluntly, those Martial Honored Ones are just in name only and will not help the Eastern Empire. At most, they are just a false facade for the Eastern Empire.

In other words, the number of martial masters available in the East Ocean Empire is very limited. Regardless of whether Nether Nineth Stage can really reach the level of martial master, just because he has reached the level of martial emperor at a young age, he is also one of the most important figures in the most powerful East Ocean Empire! In the future, if Nether Nineth Stage reaches the level of martial master, he will be the top warrior in Xingyue Continent, and there will be few opponents of the same level who can fight him.

Even in a mere Eastern Empire, Netherworld Nineth Layer is not a simple character.

The men in black felt a little suffocated, and uncontrollable fear took over their bodies and minds.

Netherworld Nine Heavy snorted softly - "Where are you from? Haven't you heard about this deity?"

The leader struggled to stand up and said through gritted teeth: "Please forgive me, Lord Youming. I was anxious and called you by your name."

He also knew that the news of Lord Youming's recent return to the martial arts world had spread across the countries. In the two months since he came to Zhongyue, he had also heard about Youming Jiuchong beating the prince and warning everyone - no one was allowed to offend him, and if they addressed him inappropriately, they would die.

Netherworld Nineth Level raised the soft sword in his hand and walked slowly into the door. The stone door behind him had long since turned to ashes, leaving only some debris.

"You haven't answered my question yet."

"Lord Youming, let me introduce you." The leader slowly walked towards Youming Jiuchong, thinking: Lord Youming is elusive, so it must be an accident that he came to their cave this time. You know, Lord Youming always moves in strange ways, maybe he just discovered the strangeness of their cave by chance, so he brought people to explore it.

When the leader came to the Netherworld Nine Layers, he bowed his head and said, "Lord Netherworld, I am from Zhongyue and live in a cave. I just…"

His body moved suddenly, and he dashed towards the Ninth Level of the Netherworld, a smug smile flashing in his eyes.

It's just fun with my subordinates!

The leader is fast, and the Ninth Level of the Netherworld is even faster...

When the leader wanted to launch a sneak attack, Nether Nine directly swung the long soft sword in his hand, and a red shadow flashed over and started a fierce fight with him...