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Ming Prince Wu Ming rode on the horse that was galloping frantically. In order to quickly leave the allied army camp, he fiercely stabbed the horse twice with his dagger. The frightened and in pain horse ran wildly in the dark night. Even if its Ming Prince Wu Kui bled due to the reins and his feet desperately stepped into the stirrup, he was unable to control the injured horse that was running wildly in the dark night. The cold night wind blew past Ming Prince Wu Ming's face, he felt that he had lost all feeling in his hands, he suddenly thought of what Sun Xuanqing had said to him, the Soul Power in his Dantian was now attached to his red hands, he felt that the warmth was good for his body, because his hands were no longer in pain from the ropes. This was originally a skill that should have been grasped even by a with an elementary Soul Master. Ming Prince Wu Ming was a little happy. He felt that he had mastered an essential skill, if that was the case, could Soul Power be used in other places as well? Ming Prince Wu Ming channeled the warmth in his dantian to his feet. Ming Prince Wu Ming knew that his body was protected extremely well, so it turned out that his so-called cultivation after so many years was not even as much as the insights he had gained in these few days. Ming Prince Wu Ming laughed. He laughed at his own naivety. He originally thought that his cultivation was not weak. He originally thought that as long as he played tricks, he would be in an invincible position. No wonder Great Sheng Dynasty were so martial, cultivators could do things that many people couldn't. If he hadn't followed the army this time, he might never have known how small he was.

Just as Xiao Leng Han fired off the three arrows consecutively, he was shocked to discover that the Ming Prince Wu Ming was walking in his direction. He seemed to be walking very slowly, but he was walking in front of him at an extremely fast speed. It was only at this moment that Xiao Leng Han realized that the one wearing the purple python pattern cloak was not Ming Prince Wu Ming but an old man who was squinting his eyes. The old man's hair had turned white, but his steps were steady. He was a powerful cultivator, and his arrows were only suitable for long-range attacks. Xiao Leng Han threw away the bow in his hand. A bitter smile appeared on Xiao Leng Han's face. He was originally extremely confident. Sun Xuanqing looked at Xiao Lenghan opposite of him. This young cultivator did not wear black clothes like the other assassins; The young cultivator threw away the bow in his hand and pulled out a long sword from his waist. As Xiao Leng Han pulled out the sword, he poured the Soul Power into the sword, causing the runes on the sword to light up.

You are from the Deng Family? Sun Xuanqing's gaze stopped at the sword in the young cultivator's hands and asked. This young man was an early stage National Scholar rank cultivator, and this was the reason why he wanted Ming Prince Wu Ming to leave the allied army.

Xiao Leng Han remained silent and did not reply. He knew that he would definitely lose this battle, even if it was inevitable.

These few days, even if you were to lurk within the allied army and attempt to assassinate Ming Prince, in order to assassinate him, you intentionally exposed the location of the allied army to the Crazy Wolf Clan, so that they could take advantage of the chaos and kill the Ming Prince. It's just that you didn't expect the berserk wolves to attack so fiercely, so you had to make a move the next day. In order to assassinate the Ming Prince, the Deng Family had actually dispatched a commoner at the early stages of the National Scholar.

Who are you?

Sun Xuanqing. This was a name that Xiao Leng Han had never heard before.

I never thought that Ming Prince would have a nameless expert like you by his side. Deng Family had indeed underestimated the Ming Prince. This prince, who seemed the most useless within the imperial court, actually had such an unfathomable expert by his side.

If you die, no one will know. Sun Xuanqing took a step forward. Due to the Soul Power's covering feet, he revealed a deep footprint on the ground.

Xiao Lenghan's sword slashed at Sun Xuanqing and his sword emitted a dreamlike glow. The longsword that was infused with a powerful Soul Power suddenly stopped in mid-air and Xiao Lenghan began to continue instilling Soul Power into the sword. It was the first, second, third, and fourth time. Xiao Lenghan sent all his Soul Power into this longsword, as if he had aged ten years. The longsword remained in mid-air. He couldn't even touch the sleeves of his opponent, and that opponent's attack would definitely kill him. What level of cultivation was this squinty-eyed old man at? High level National Scholar? Beginner Profound Master or Profound Master? Xiao Leng Han felt that his cultivation was too low and he was unable to ascertain the old man's cultivation.

As Sun Xuanqing walked forward, Xiao Leng Han felt a slight rustling sound from a secret manual appearing beside him. Strands of silver, snake-like chains emerged from beneath Sun Xuanqing's feet, and the rustling sounds of these chains gave off an ice-cold killing intent. The silver snake-like chains wrapped around Xiao Leng Han's legs. On the chains, there were countless exquisite inscriptions. Originally, did not need to use his Spirit Weapon to kill this cultivator with primary National Scholar. Sun Xuanqing did not like to kill people by himself, so he felt that cleaning up the filth on his hands was a very troublesome matter. Sun Xuanqing's originally slightly narrowed eyes suddenly opened, as countless silver chains danced in the air and intertwined together.

After all, the difference between primary National Scholar and Profound Master was too great. Xiao Lenghan's longsword heavily fell to the ground. Before he died, he said his last sentence: "I don't understand …" How can a man like you be at the side of a useless man? Why did he have to risk offending the empress … Offend Deng... After saying this, Xiao Leng Han fell face first onto the ground. He could no longer speak as his mouth was pierced by a long silver chain.

Xiao Leng Han's corpse fell onto the ground. He was wearing the uniform of the allied army, and his entire body was pierced through by Sun Xuanqing's Spirit Weapon called Silver Snake.

It was the love of a father for his son. Sun Xuanqing looked at the dead Xiao Lenghan as he turned around and sighed softly. Such a simple reason actually contained the helplessness and bitterness of an emperor. At this moment, Sun Xuanqing had already thrown away the purple cape with python patterns, and was only wearing the dark grey colored undergarment. However, the top of the cloak was now completely clean and clean, not a single drop of Xiao Leng Han's blood had splashed onto Sun Xuanqing's body. Sun Xuanqing picked up the python pattern purple cloak from the ground and checked it carefully. Only then did he realise that there was no blood or dirt on it, and nodded his head in satisfaction. He reached out his wrinkled hand and patted the dirt off his purple cloak like a loyal old servant. It's okay, it's okay! The prince can still wear it when he comes back.