The arrogant imperial concubine arrives, the favorite of the regent

The recollection of what happened that night ended here. It was now afternoon, and a man in a black python robe slowly withdrew his thoughts from that night. He looked at the scene in front of him with cold eyes, as if he was looking at a dead person.

After a night of killing, the scene was already in a mess.

Under the gray sky, a group of golden attics were reduced to ruins, with occasional broken house wood lying on the ground, with clusters of sparks burning on them.

The man in the black python robe stood with his hands behind his back, and in front of him was a devastated ruin.

Almost all the things that needed to be dealt with were done, and he was no longer interested in the scene before him, but instead put his heart back on the capital city far in the south.

He was reminiscing and planned to have a good talk with the woman in his heart after returning to the capital.

He wanted to tell her what he had experienced along the way, and he wanted to share all the details of the journey face to face.

Although it was broad daylight, because we were on the mountain, the light was not as bright as normal daytime hours. Instead, it was as gray as dusk.

A group of people were cleaning up the scene, and the long swords they were wearing were already covered in blood. Some of them were injured, their clothes were torn, and they also had some wounds. But compared to the bodies of the black-clothed men on the ground, they had no deaths and only some injuries, which was already a good situation.

A man with thick eyebrows looked at how everyone was working, turned around, and strode over here.

"Your Majesty, I have already brought someone to personally order it."

"Yes." The man in the python robe nodded and continued to look at everything in front of him indifferently. "Wei Song, pass on my order to deal with the scene."

Wei Song nodded, "I understand."

This time, just like the previous two times, they cleaned up the scene a bit, leaving some dirty and tiring work to the imperial guards, and also left some clues for those people in the court who just did nothing.

The killing that night was extremely dangerous. The people in the attic were not ordinary assassins, but assassins of a higher level, each with extraordinary skills and eyes full of murderous aura. It was obvious that these people were desperate killers who had carried countless lives.

Their martial arts skills are incomparable to those of ordinary people, and their methods of attack are extremely brutal. It is difficult to deal with such brutal people without being fully prepared.

If anyone else were to face such a team, they would most likely die tragically on the spot. Even the Emperor's Dragon Staff Guards would not have an easy ending.

But they happened to run into the team led by the Night King, which included the external guards of the Night King's Palace and assassins from the Underworld Palace. It would be strange if they didn't die!

Ye Xiaohan smelled the smell of blood in the air, frowned, turned half-way, and saw Ying Yi standing beside him, holding a tray with the blood-red cloak he had taken off.

Ye Xiaohan's eyes gradually turned cold. He waved his hand and casually wrapped the cloak around himself, then put on a golden mask.

"Let's go meet that person."

Not long after, Netherworld Nineth Level, dressed in red, appeared under an attic. This attic was relatively well-preserved, unlike the other attics that were destroyed by their internal forces or in the fight.

In a underground palace under the attic, two men in black clothes dragged a man in a gray robe to the ground. This man was the leader captured by Nether Nine in the secret passage of the attic.

That night, Youming Jiuchong found the underground palace under the attic and used poisonous smoke to force out the killers hiding in the underground palace.

The man in gray robe was thrown to the ground, his hands had been tied with hemp ropes, and his head was covered with a black cloth bag.

Netherworld Nine Chong asked someone to lift the bag on the gray-robed man's head. The man was still wearing a jade mask.

Netherworld Nine drew his sword and stabbed, revealing a strange face under the jade mask.

He looked straight ahead calmly, but the other subordinates stared at him intently.

"Prince of Nantai? Wanyan Xu?"

"Hmph!" The gray-robed man snorted coldly, neither answering nor denying.

Netherworld Jiuchong suddenly smiled, stared at the man called "Wanyan Xu", and then spoke evilly.

"Do you really think you can hide this from me?"

With a swing of the sword, a long sword wound appeared on Wanyan Xu's face from top to bottom.

Wanyan Xu panicked and before he could reach out to cover his face, something on his face was picked off by Youming Jiuchong's sword.

It was a torn human skin mask, which shrank a lot the moment it was torn.

Wei Song and the others were shocked again. Just now he was wondering why the Prince of Nantai appeared here. You know, in their investigation experience this time, they never found the Prince of Nantai's intervention, but focused their attention on Prince Wanyan Sen.

As for the face of Prince Xu that appeared just now, several guards were all surprised.

At this time Wei Song and others suddenly realized that this was actually a fake prince.

But in the blink of an eye they were surprised again. Why did this man look familiar? Like a character in some portraits that the prince showed them when they set out?

"A fake prince?" Netherworld Jiuchong sneered, "Your disguise is good, but it's a pity that you still lost to me."

The man had a rather noble face, and his deep brow bones had some of the characteristics of a southern Thai person.

He opened a pair of eyes filled with hostility and stared straight at the Ninth Layer of the Netherworld.

"Lord Ming, we have no grudge against you..."

"Shut up! We have a grudge!" Netherworld Nine shouted.

Changing the subject, he asked wickedly, "Should I call you the Sixth Prince?" He sneered and said, "Wan Yansen?"

"Lord Ming, I, Wan Yansen, am here. Can you please give me some face and let me go?"

"Want to leave?" Youming Jiuchong laughed again. This evil laughter not only shocked Wanyan Sen, but also frightened Wei Song and the others. Wei Song and the others couldn't help but sigh in their hearts: When the prince transformed into the Lord of the Underworld, they always felt that the prince had changed. Some of his characteristics and traits had completely changed, which made them sometimes doubt whether the person in front of them was the prince they followed?

Netherworld Nine Chronicles glanced at Wanyan Shen's face, half bent over, and pinched with his big hand.

Wanyan Sen's jaw made a crackling sound, and Youming Jiuchong moved his hand down step by step and began to pinch Wanyan Sen's fragile neck.

At this time, the fear in Wanyan Sen's eyes became more and more intense.

The lotus between Netherworld Nine's eyebrows remained motionless, and a pair of red eyes emitted an evil light.

He moved his palm and chopped towards Wan Yansen's heart.

Wan Yansen was thrown away like a feather, and then hit the attic door behind him.

There was a sound of cracking wood, and before he could react, a shadow flashed by, and the next moment he found that his bracelet had been untied.

When he looked up again, he found that someone was standing in front of him, holding the iron chain that was just on his wrist. The Lord of Hell not only knew the long-lost shield technique, but also used it vividly!

Youming Jiuchong threw the chain in his hand, threw a long sword of the guard beside him to the ground, and hooked his finger.

"Wan Yansen, I will give you a chance."

Wan Yansen gritted his teeth and finally decided to give it a try. He stood up and picked up the long sword on the ground with both hands. He screamed "Ah" and rushed over with a ferocious face...

Netherworld Nine Levels stood still— "Looking for death!"