Dethrone me, I don't want the throne anymore, why are you so angry?

But Wan Bosong didn't notice that when he said this, a hint of coldness flashed in Wei Qionghua's eyes behind him.

Sure enough, Wan Bosong only has such a powerful national strength, but he is always cautious in doing things. Fortunately, I made arrangements in advance.

"My beloved, I plan to make Qingsong the crown prince in a few days. What do you think?" Wan Bosong suddenly said.

Upon hearing this, Wei Qionghua's expression changed, and she quickly said, "Your Majesty, please make the decision on this important matter yourself. However, in my humble opinion, His Highness Qingsong's temperament still needs to be tempered."

"That's true. I'm going to the Jiuyuan Dynasty tomorrow. Tell that kid not to cause trouble when I'm not around." After saying that, Wan Bosong pulled Wei Qionghua to bed.

Five days later, Ye Yu and Liu Qi arrived in Yunzhou. They did not stop and headed straight for the capital of the Wanhuang Dynasty.

As soon as he arrived in the capital, Ye Yu saw Li Bufan's body hanging on the city gate tower. Several Yuanying stage guards were standing there guarding, looking ready for battle.

Liu Qi looked at this scene and became more certain that this was a means to lure Ye Yu into the game.

But Liu Qi knew that he could not stop Ye Yu, so he took a deep breath and began to circulate the spiritual power in his body.

Several guards were still chatting and laughing when suddenly a sound of breaking wind was heard. The faces of several guards changed in unison. When they came to their senses, the corpse they were guarding was gone.

Seeing this, their faces changed drastically and they hurriedly wanted to send a message.

But the next moment, a terrifying pressure swept over, and several people could not move at all. They saw a rain curtain falling quietly, and several people suddenly lost their breath, and even the Nascent Soul could not escape.

Ye Yu looked at Li Bufan's corpse in his arms. There were hideous wounds all over his body. It was obvious that he had suffered torture before his death.

I'm afraid that the person who brought me here didn't intend to let Li Yi Qiu go to Qingzhou at first, but wanted to use Li Bufan.

When he thought of this, the murderous look in Ye Yu's eyes became even stronger, and the spiritual power under his feet surged, and he headed straight for the Wanhuang Dynasty Palace.

The intelligence from Tianji Pavilion clearly stated that the person who killed Li Bufan was the second prince of the Wan Dynasty, Wan Qingsong.

At this moment, Wan Qingsong was in his own garden, looking bored. "I say, Concubine Qiong, so many days have passed, is Ye Yu coming or not?"

"Your Highness, don't be anxious. Judging from the journey time, it should only take a few days." Wei Qionghua said with a smile.

Wan Qingsong nodded when he heard this, and was about to say something when his expression changed and he looked up into the air.

A figure appeared in the air at some point, and who else could it be but Ye Yu.

Back then, Ye Yu became famous in one battle on the Hundred Dynasties battlefield. Almost all the royal families in the three states had circulated Ye Yu's information, and Wan Qingsong was naturally no exception.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time!" Wan Qingsong licked his lips excitedly, looking at Ye Yu in the air with burning eyes.

Wei Qionghua looked at Ye Yu's face, which was almost exactly the same as Xu Yunxi's, and a deep resentment welled up in her eyes.

But she knew that this was not a place where she, who was in the Foundation Establishment Stage, could stay, so she quickly hid in the palace.

Wan Qingsong ignored Wei Qionghua's actions. At this moment, he only had eyes for Ye Yu. "I didn't go to the Hundred Dynasties War because I was in seclusion. Everyone said you were the dark horse of the Three States. Today, I want to see how much of a dark horse you are!"

Swish swish!

The moment the words fell, spiritual light burst out from all over the palace. Within a few breaths, eight figures appeared in the air, all of them had reached the level of Divine Transformation.

Everyone looked at Ye Yu with unfriendly eyes.

Ye Yu trespassed into the palace without permission, which was a capital crime in the eyes of these priests.

They don’t care whether you are the Holy Son of Zixiao Sword Sect or not. This is Yunzhou, not Leizhou!

"All of you, retreat!" Wan Qingsong shouted angrily just as those people were about to launch an attack.

The eight people in the Spirit Transformation Stage paused, and although they were confused, they still stood where they were.

"Today, this is a matter between him and me. If you dare to interfere, don't blame me for being rude!" Wan Qingsong's voice was cold and unquestionable.

"You are Wan Qingsong." Ye Yu asked.

"What? You came to me for revenge, but you didn't find out the truth?" Wan Qingsong grinned.

Hearing this, Ye Yu nodded and moved his feet. Wan Qingsong only felt the sound of breaking wind in his ears. When he came to his senses, Ye Yu had stood behind him without him knowing when.

Ye Yu took out Li Bufan's body, placed it on Wan Qingsong's rocking chair, and said, "I will avenge you."

Wan Qingsong's face turned pale. Ye Yu's action just now completely avoided his spiritual awareness.

Not only Wan Qingsong, but even the eight priests had slightly changed expressions at this moment. The moment just now was too fast.

Not to mention Wan Qingsong, even they didn't notice it.

"That's right, no wonder you're called the dark horse of the Three States. It seems you have something up your sleeve. Today, I, Wan Qingsong, will borrow your name, Ye Yu's, to make you famous in the Three States!"

As soon as he finished speaking, huge waves rolled up under Wan Qingsong's feet, and the area within a hundred feet around him turned into a pool of dark spring. There were a lot of water plants in the spring, and it looked very deep at first glance.

This is the realm that Wan Qingsong comprehended when he broke through to the God Transformation Realm. In terms of realm alone, he is no worse than Liu Qi.

Ye Yu turned around, glanced at Wan Qingsong, flipped his hand, and a glass sword appeared in his hand.

Wan Qingsong was staring at Ye Yu intently at this moment. After learning the lesson just now, he was extremely alert. The spiritual power around him almost enveloped Ye Yu, and he stared at his every move.

The next moment, Ye Yu made a move and slowly raised the glass sword.

Wan Qingsong's face changed and he was about to call upon his spiritual power, but suddenly, Wan Qingsong found that his spiritual power was suppressed for a moment and the flow of spiritual power was blocked.

Swish!

Accompanied by the sound of breaking wind, Ye Yu's figure disappeared again. When he reappeared, the glass sword was stained with a hint of scarlet.

Wan Qingsong suddenly widened his eyes and looked at himself in horror as he saw himself getting further and further away from his body.

boom...

A muffled sound was heard, and a round head rolled in front of Li Bufan.

"Boy, you are looking for death!" The eight priests came to their senses, their faces full of shock and anger. Wan Qingsong died in front of them like this, how could they accept it.

The eight people attacked together, and terrifying spiritual power gathered in the air. The next moment, they pressed Ye Yu down directly.

At this moment, Liu Qi's figure appeared from behind Ye Yu, and a rain curtain fell, colliding with the terrifying spiritual light column.

Liu Qi let out a muffled groan, his face turned pale, and he took several steps back.

The eight people looked at Liu Qi with slightly changed expressions, somewhat surprised at Liu Qi's strength, but that was all.

"What are you doing!" A majestic voice sounded, and Wan Bosong walked out of the palace, looked at the eight priests in the air and asked.