His face was distorted, and his face turned blue and white.

He glared at the girl in her early twenties with hatred and malice.

Waves of resentment and fear welled up in my heart.

As early as a few days ago, he thought that a [King-level] person was within easy reach, and he was dreaming of a dream to rule the world.

However, in the blink of an eye, news came that his only son Sun Lei's soul lamp was extinguished.

Sun Youchang was shocked and angry when he heard the people who had escaped told the story of his son's tragic death. He vowed to cut Jun Muyan's body into thousands of pieces and have the entire Xiaoyao City buried with him.

However, he didn't even have time to order all his troops and summon enough puppets.

A hundred thousand troops have already pressed upon the border.

Sun Youchang's cultivation level is at the peak of the Sea Splitting Realm.

There is no shortage of masters in Lingbo Palace.

What's more, they still have so many powerful puppets in their hands.

So at first, they didn't take this 100,000 troops seriously at all.

However, as soon as the servants fought, Sun Youchang knew how wrong he was.

Where are the 100,000 low-level monks? They are clearly 100,000 lions led by a general!

Moreover, the strength of this general even far exceeded that of [General Yun] that Sun Youchang had seen in Luo Yun League.

War generals are divided into four levels: military general, cloud general, king general, and divine general.

If not Yun Jiang, what would it be?

Is it possible that he can be compared with the kings and generals of the Lan Empire?

There is a huge difference between an army of 100,000 people led by a king general and an army of 100,000 people without a king general.

And the blow this little Xiaoyao City gave him was far more than that.

That girl sitting on the top of the mountain, with her white clothes swaying, and her beauty.

As the piano in her hand slowly sounded beautiful music.

The already powerful armies commanded by the king's generals had their strength doubled.

Is it the assistance of musicians? Or is it magical witchcraft?

Sun Youchang's face was ashen, and anger and fear surged in his heart.

But in the end, what arose in my heart was more greedy desire.

Such an army, such a king general, such a heaven-defying auxiliary musician...

Plus Qin Jiu’s [King Level] puppet.

If he could incorporate them all into the [Lingbo Palace], who else would be Sun Youchang's opponent on this floating island?

But he also realized it at the same time.

If Lingbo Palace can absorb this wave of power simply by relying on head-on confrontation, it will definitely suffer heavy losses.

In the end, it ended up benefiting others at the expense of others.

So, he blew the trumpet.

He wants to accept the power of [Xiaoyao City] openly and openly in front of everyone.

His eyes swept over the monks who gradually gathered around him.

The anger on Sun Youchang's face slowly faded.

He looked at Muyan coldly and said in a voice like a poisonous snake crawling out of an ice cellar, "You are the lord of Xiaoyao City, Muyan. Did you kill my son Sun Lei?"

Muyan looked at him quietly with both eyes, and said one by one: "Where is Yin Chuqing?"

Sun Youchang's face twisted again for a moment, "For Yin Chuqing, you killed my son?!"

Muyan asked again: "Where is Yin Chuqing? I have no interest in talking nonsense to you until I am sure she is alive!"

"Bitch, who do you think you are..."

Sun Youchang had never been treated so slowly, and he was filled with hatred.

But he hasn't finished speaking yet.

The guardian spirit standing behind Muyan moved.
Chapter completed!