The arrogant imperial concubine arrives, the favorite of the regent

Netherworld Nine looked at King Di and the others indifferently, with all the hostility in his body pouring out.

King Di and others couldn't help but shudder inwardly. The King of Hell with red eyes and red clothes in the martial arts world was extremely powerful, and few people had the courage to confront him.

King Di had been in the military camp for many years, and he was a prince, but he couldn't help but feel a chill on his back. He took a deep breath and wanted to plead again, even if it was just to ease the relationship with the Lord of Hell.

"Ming Jun, thank you for helping our Zhongyue court to clean up the scourge."

"Help?" Netherworld Nineth Level glared at him, "I don't want to help Zhong Yue. I just don't like them."

That’s right, Youming Jiuchong was so arrogant. With just a casual word of “I don’t like it”, he chased these people all the way and mercilessly eliminated all of them and several strongholds.

King Di was choked by Youming Jiuchong's words. At this moment, he seemed like a self-indulgent clown.

Netherworld Nine Half turned around, revealing a person kneeling on the ground behind him.

King Di tried his best to control his chaotic emotions, and only then dared to raise his eyebrows and look in the direction of the Ninth Layer of the Netherworld. After a while, he guessed and asked, "Sixth Prince of Nantai, Wanyan Sen?"

Wan Yansen was frightened by the people of the Underworld Palace, and was frightened to the point of losing his soul by the Netherworld Nine Layers. He snorted and ignored King Di. There was still a trace of murderous intent in his eyes, as well as resentment towards the Zhongyue people.

Netherworld Nine did not answer King Di's doubts, but said to King Di very impolitely: "Clean up the scene. Also, there are some people hiding in the underground palace, you take them away as well."

He pinched Wan Yansen's neck with one hand and said, "As for this person, I want to take him away."

King Di's face changed drastically, and he said hastily: "Lord Ming, this man is from Nantai. If you take him away, I'm afraid we will have a hard time explaining to Nantai."

"Heh, you've been hit in the face, why are you still acting like a coward?" Youming Jiuchong was very disdainful. As he said this, the other guards laughed disdainfully.

"I am a prince, I hope Lord Hades will show mercy." The skin on King Di's wheat-colored face turned red, and his eyes began to reveal the fierceness that had been hidden.

"I said that you people are just trash."

"As for you, Ye Chudi—you are also a waste."

Youming Jiuchong shook his head, somewhat doubting how Ye Chudi became the prince who could guard the northern border. Is such a person qualified to lead troops to fight?

Netherworld Jiuchong kept calling everyone "waste", which made the atmosphere even more tense.

Since the birth of Prince Di, he had never heard such blunt ridicule, even from the Emperor. Except for Uncle Ye, no one dared to call him a waste so bluntly!

He could no longer bear it, so he drew the long sword at his waist, flew up into the air, and headed straight for the ninth level of the underworld.

Youming Jiuchong sneered and put one hand into his sleeve. Before King Di could react, he was touched by a residual shadow.

Suddenly, he was caught by a whip while flying in the air. It turned out that the afterimage was the movement of the whip. He tried to struggle, but was thrown to the ground in the next breath.

He wanted to draw his sword to cut the whip, but when he looked down, he found that the whip at his waist was gone, and a cracking sound came to his ears.

"Puch!"

King Di was severely whipped from his right ear down to his right arm by a whip. The sleeve of his right hand was torn to pieces and blood was flowing.

"You're just a Martial King. Why are you so arrogant?" Netherworld Jiuchong retracted his whip, his red eyes full of disdain.

King Di is a fifth-level martial king, and can be considered a man of martial arts value. Unfortunately, this level is not good enough in the eyes of the Netherworld Nine and the Night King.

King Di covered his injured hand. This warrior who always used brute force realized it later. Netherworld Nineth Level was at the level of Martial Emperor. There were even rumors in the martial arts world that Netherworld Nineth Level had the potential to be promoted to Martial Lord. He must be crazy to dare to provoke Netherworld Nineth Level!

"Mingjun, I was impulsive."

The use of "I" as the self-introduction shows King Di's humble and flattering attitude.

"If you have the ability, let your people go." Netherworld Jiuchong waved his hand, and the black team behind him immediately prepared for battle.

There was a flash of hesitation in the eyes of the people led by King Di, and Zhao Guang's right hand with the broken fingers holding the sword trembled. Even the well-trained Dragon Staff Guards did not dare to act rashly at this time.

"I dare not." King Di admitted his mistake, then bit his tongue and said with courage: "Please think twice, Lord Ming. Don't take the Sixth Prince away."

"Why?" Nether Nine Heavy tugged at the black whip in his hand and said evilly - "Do you want to avoid being retaliated by the Nantai people?"

"Or do you want to ask for credit from Emperor Zhongyue and the people? Or do you want to use him to gain benefits from Nantai?"

King Di avoided her gaze, lowered his head, and thought to himself: Can the Ninth Layer of the Netherworld read minds?

Netherworld Nine looked at the cowering and dodging faces of the other group of people and snorted coldly. He then glanced at the group of court officials who were pretending to be serious and spoke coldly.

"If you want someone, you can!"

"Leave your lives behind."

Silence, silence, the only sound in the air being the crackle of burning wood.

Youming Jiuchong glanced over, and Wei Song, wearing a bamboo hat on his head, stepped forward and took others to throw out a group of Nantai captives.

There is no need to dirty their hands to deal with these damn assassins, just let the emperor's people and the Nantai people fight each other.

Wan Yansen regained some consciousness, and regardless of whether the other party would save him, he whispered to King Di: "Save me."

Netherworld Nine said: "Slap your face."

Nether Nine did not specify who it was, but the other subordinates knew it very well. Ying Er and Ying San held Wan Yan Sen, and a guard stepped forward and slapped Wan Yan Sen several times.

In fact, after the first slap, Wan Yan Sen began to lose consciousness, but before he could even utter a word of begging for mercy, he was knocked unconscious by the successive slaps.

Afterwards, Youming Jiuchong climbed onto the horse, followed by the other guards. As for the unconscious Wanyan Sen, he was tied to the horse's back by the guards.

When they were about to leave the Ninth Layer of the Netherworld, King Di raised his eyes slightly and was about to take something out of his sleeve.

A loud voice suddenly echoed above everyone's head. The person who spoke used his rich inner strength to produce and transmit the sound.

"Don't try to do anything tricky. My archers are lying in ambush nearby."

In an instant, the surrounding treetops shook, and a group of people in black jumped down, aiming their bows and arrows at King Di and others.

King Di and his men were surrounded. King Di lowered his head and bit his tongue tightly, which gave up the idea of ​​asking his men to take the bows and arrows from the horses.

It was getting dark as Netherworld Nine Levels' group rode their horses and rushed down the mountain.

On the way, Youming Jiuchong met three people from Mushi Jiuyou Pavilion who came from the capital.

"Master, something happened in the capital."

"Whoa..." Youming Jiuchong tightened the reins and looked down coldly at the three men in black kneeling in front of the horse.

That uneasy feeling spread in my heart again, and I asked calmly, "What's the matter?"

"Something happened to the princess."

"What? Say it again?" At this moment Youming Jiuchong suspected that he had heard it wrong, and the red lotus between his eyebrows twisted tightly.

How dare that damn woman Yun Mujiu not take good care of herself!