Everyone has chosen the demon clan, who would still practice seriously?

Feng Chengliu Jun's soul trembled, and seemed to become more transparent.

"Nonsense! You, you are talking nonsense!"

Ren Yi: "At the beginning, you said in front of Prince Shu Yuan that you would give him the treasure from the bottom of the sea."

"Who knew that he would be exposed by the spies of the Celestial Clan, and he was allowed to work for you by using the divine weapon as a profit."

"One divine weapon, three families promised, Feng Cheng Liujun, you made a really good deal."

"You just want the prince and your second uncle to fight the Celestial Clan to a bloody end. In the end, you get the artifact and can watch them being toyed around by you. You must be very proud, right?"

Liuguang and Prince Wan both directed their cold gazes towards Fengcheng Liujun.

Feng Chengliu Jun explained anxiously: "No! I don't think so. I have always been loyal to you, Prince Wan..."

"Loyal?" Ren Yi held his chin in his hand and said meaningfully, "So, he followed your advice and tried to use the artifact to start a war among the three tribes?"

Prince Wan slowly turned his head and looked at Ren Yi, his tiger eyes filled with murderous intent.

Slowly raise the corners of your lips:

"I know that my second uncle works diligently for our demon clan and would definitely not do such a foolish thing. The culprit of all this must be Feng Chengliu Jun!"

"Uncle, are you right?"

Prince Wan stared at Ren Yi for a long while before sneering, "The Saint is right."

Feng Chengliu Jun's heart trembled violently.

"No! Prince Wan, don't listen to her provocation, she said that on purpose!"

"This king is willing to be a witness."

A cold and deep male voice was heard outside the door, and the Demon Prince Shu Yuan walked in.

He ignored everyone, walked straight to the steps where he could sit, and bowed slightly.

"I've seen the saint."

She raised her eyebrows randomly, wondering if it was her illusion.

When Shu Yuan looked at her, his eyes trembled slightly.

But in just a moment, Shu Yuan sat down lazily.

He was wearing a black and gold robe today. The sleeves and hem of his robe were embroidered with cloud patterns with dark gold silk thread, and his posture was like a cold moon on a mountain.

Seeing Shu Yuan coming, Feng Chengliu Jun was so frightened that he almost lost his soul.

He stepped back tremblingly, "You, you..."

The scenes of the head being cut off were still clearly imprinted in his mind.

He was the head of Fengcheng Family, but Shu Yuan chopped off his head without a care!

He is so presumptuous. Isn't he afraid of making enemies with the Fengcheng family or even the entire aristocratic family?

Shu Yuan stroked the lid of the teacup gently, and said jokingly, "Everything the Saint said was witnessed by me. Are you going to say that we are wrongly accusing you?"

Feng Chengliu Jun almost couldn't hold his weak head.

Why would he appear here to testify for the saint? Weren't the two of them fighting so hard that they wanted to stab each other to death?

Was Shu Yuan beaten stupid?

He didn't even dare to look into the eyes of Prince Liuguang and Prince Wan.

Although pretending to offer treasures to Shu Yuan was a plan he had discussed with Prince Liuguang, using the Soul Suppressor as bait was indeed a spur-of-the-moment idea on his part.

Just when he didn't know what to do, Prince Wan's voice slowly sounded:

"The Liu Jun of Fengcheng stole the property and even attempted to murder the Saint. His crime is unforgivable. I will hand him over to the Saint."

Feng Chengliu Jun couldn't believe his ears. His brain was buzzing with intense fear.

He casually flicked his sleeves and spoke calmly: "

"As the saying goes, it is better to resolve a feud than to create one..."

Feng Chengliu Jun suddenly looked up. Was he going to pardon him?

Before he could even smile, he heard the second half of the sentence:

"Just for my sake, you can end it yourself."

Almost instantly, Feng Chengliu's army turned around and fled.

But he was just a spirit now and was completely powerless to resist.

Running away was just a subconscious action.

Shu Yuan drank tea without raising his eyebrows, but a stream of magic power from his sleeve went towards the back of Feng Chengliu Jun.

The magic power instantly enveloped his entire body, trapping him like a cage dropped from the sky.

He raised his eyes slightly and said calmly: "Did I let you go?"

At this moment, Chu Yang came out and bowed to Ren Yi who was sitting in the seat of honor:

"Saint, can you hand this person over to me?"

Feng Cheng Liujun's eyes suddenly lit up, "Good boy, Dad knows you won't stand by and watch someone die. Come on! Come on, beg the Saint!"

Chu Yang listened to his words with no expression on his face.

Randomly nodded, "Go ahead and play with it."

Chu Yang left with the controlled Fengchengliu Army.

The scene was silent for a moment.

Prince Wan brought two people in total, one of whom was killed by Liuguang.

One was given to anyone by him.

"Uncle." Ren Yi was the first to break the silence. "I'm so glad you can come today."

"After all, you and my father went through life and death together, and you have been loyal to each other for many years. During the years when he was away, the demon clan has been taken care of by you."

"You have helped me look after the demons for so many years. It's really hard work."

Prince Wan's expression remained unchanged. Just as he was about to retort Ren Yi's provocative words, he heard Ren Yi continue to ask:

"Uncle, did you get the secret treasure of the ogre tribe?"

Prince Wan's expression suddenly changed and he looked at her in shock.