The prince kissed her seven times in one night, and the abandoned woman was scared!

Moreover, the strength and influence of her Wu family are there, so even if these people know everything, it will be useless.

When her brother brought his men to kill them, he could destroy the entire sect in less than an incense stick of time.

How many powerful people were there in the Gu Yue and Mo tribes? But so what? Her brother's scheme had wiped them out with just the four weakest families.

Her Wu family did not send a single soldier, but twenty years later, her Wu family's strength increased by who knows how many times, and there were many sects willing to stand up for her Wu family.

Yun Suyue and these people won't live long.

Wu Zitong smiled and finished explaining the distribution of power in her Wu family, as well as the existing people in the clan who were above the rank of Great Martial Sect Master.

Yun Suyue listened quietly and drank medicinal tea. After listening, she raised her exquisite face and looked at Chonglai.

Chonglai accepted the order with a smile and walked towards Wu Zitong, "Understood."

Wu Zitong looked at Chonglai, who was smiling sinisterly and cunningly, and approached him step by step. All the pores on his body opened up, "Ah, what are you doing? I've already said it all, it's all the truth...ah..."

"Snapped!"

"What are you hiding for?"

"Snapped!"

"what!"

"You're still hiding?"

"Snapped!"

"Finally behaved? A bitch who owes a man a debt deserves to be punished. How about you try hiding for a while?

After all, this half of your face was only swollen by me, it is not destroyed."

"Pooh!"

"Clap!!"

"Eat it! I hope you're not lying. The consequences of deceiving Sister Yue are not good."

Chonglai slapped Wu Zitong several times in a row until Wu Zitong's face was swollen like a pig's head and his original appearance could not be seen. Then he pinched Wu Zitong's bleeding mouth in a disgusting way and stuffed a truth pill into it.

Finally, he slapped Wu Zitong on the chest again and sent the pill down his throat. The whole process was simple, rough and ruthless, which made the people of both tribes feel very refreshed.

But it’s still not enough to relieve the hatred.

"Thinking about the plight of our two tribes, I wish I could cut her into pieces."

"No, make her into a human pig and pickle her in a jar."

"Tie the severed limbs around her neck and starve her for eight or ten days..."

The sounds around were one after another, everyone was cursing loudly, and seeing Wu Zitong's hands ready to move, they all wanted to rush up and dismember Wu Zitong.

How could Wu Zitong not be scared by such a scene?

She sobbed incoherently, hoping to gain sympathy, but was silenced by a slap from Chonglai. "How dare you cry? It's your Wu family that destroyed our family."

"Gah!"

Sure enough, Wu Zitong didn't dare to cry anymore. She was crying with snot and looked extremely miserable. She didn't look like a noble lady at all.

Yun Suyue said calmly, "Repeat what you just said from beginning to end."

Not a negotiation, but an order.

"Ah? Why?" Wu Zitong was stunned and scared.

"Snapped!"

Chonglai slapped Wu Zitong in the face again, "Just say what I told you to say, stop babbling."

"Wuwuwu, oh Buddha oh Buddha..." Wu Zitong's words were already unclear, and she couldn't control herself at all, and her tone became faster.

What she said now was very different from what she had just said.

Yun Suyue finally heard what she wanted to hear, "Wait a minute, Holy Demon Palace? What sect is it? Where is it? Explain clearly."

“Wow, I don’t know, my brother is the only one who has had contact with the Holy Demon Palace.

Every time someone comes, they are dressed in black and wear a mask with fangs. I have never seen the face of the person behind the mask, and I don’t know if it is the same person.

All I know is that the Holy Demon Palace is a more powerful existence than my Wu family, a mysterious force that is rarely known in the entire East Emperor Continent, like a dragon that can only be seen from head to tail, wuwu..."

"Then how did your Wu family get to the Holy Demon Palace?" Yun Suyue's face was solemn. She didn't expect that besides what they knew, there was also a mysterious force hiding behind the Wu family.

If the Wu family is the culprit, then this Holy Demon Palace is the ultimate BOSS that destroyed her two clans!

"Hahaha···"

She suddenly laughed at herself, "What's so good about our two tribes? You've been targeting us endlessly, each and every one of you, wanting to kill us and then not stop, insisting on wiping us all out.

Okay, since you all want us to die, come on, let’s fight!

Leave her to her own devices, and do as you please with the rest."

Yun Suyue left a word and left.

"Beat her to death!" The two tribesmen were furious and rushed forward to bury Wu Zitong...

Inside the space, Si Yanzhuo, who knew nothing about this, and Mo Tianling fought fiercely, and the grandfather and grandson were evenly matched.

This battle gave Si Yanzhuo a new understanding of the Mohist martial arts. When his mother taught him martial arts, she no longer had any martial arts skills and could only give him guidance on the moves. There was no actual combat, so he had to learn it all on his own.

A few years later, his mother's health deteriorated day by day, and he was also poisoned by the world's most powerful poison. His martial arts training was sporadic. At that time, his only opponent was Yu Di. Bo Xiu and his companions followed him and did not dare to fight with all their strength.

Later, his martial arts skills became more and more advanced, and he could no longer find an opponent.

If he had been carefully guided by an elder like Grandpa since childhood, he would have taken fewer detours and his martial arts skills would definitely be higher than they are now. "Grandpa, thank you for your on-site guidance."

"No, grandpa is old and can't beat you." Mo Tianling sat on the ground and waved his hands.

Si Yanzhuo reached out and pulled Mo Tianling up, "Grandpa is too modest, we ended up in a tie.

You have just recovered your strength, and you have just advanced to the Semi-Martial God stage. Your grandson has been in the Semi-Martial God stage for some time, so of course he has an advantage over you, grandpa."

Mo Tianling didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Hahaha, I'll just take it as you praising Grandpa."

The grandfather and grandson walked back happily. On the way, they met Yu Di, who was beaten half to death. His beautiful brocade clothes were tattered and barely hanging on his body. "A Zhuo, I learned three moves. Are they impressive? Praise me."

"How did you learn this? You made yourself so miserable." Si Yanzhuo gestured up and down at Yu Di.

Yu Di didn't care, "It's not important. What's important is that I can fight the Half-Martial God to the end."

Si Yanzhuo understood immediately after hearing this. He looked over to the nearby place. His master, Mo Ranxiao, was not much better off. He was of course happier than anyone else. "Okay, we'll celebrate for you tonight until we're drunk."

Yu Di pointed at Si Yanzhuo's nose and said, "You said it, so you must keep your word."

"Let's save the celebration for after we win." Yun Suyue came with a dark face.

This one sentence instantly wiped the smiles off Si Yanzhuo and Mo Tianling's faces.

"Ayue, what happened?"

It had been a long time since he saw her with such a serious expression.

"What happened? Tell me quickly, is the Wu family's army coming to attack us?"

Yu Di was also anxious. They all knew Yun Suyue's character. She was usually a heartless optimist. Anything that could make her face so grim must be related to the Wu family.