Weng Haoxuan stood up angrily, his eyes were stern and vicious, and he said coldly: "Let them get here!" "This..." The servant hesitated for a moment, his expression ugly. "Hurry up and go!" Weng Haoxuan roared in a deep voice, his lungs about to burst with anger. "Yes." The servant's throat rolled, he agreed, and left dejectedly. The entire banquet fell into a dead silence because of Weng Haoxuan's overwhelming anger, and no one dared to make any sound. When the new prince took office, someone actually dared to kidnap the chief steward of the prince's palace and come to make trouble. That person simply had the heart of a bear but the courage of a leopard. This time, the new prince was going to be completely angry. The crowd looked horrified, thinking to themselves that no matter who the troublemaker was, he would be in bad luck this time. "Your Highness the Crown Prince!" Before Weng Haoxuan could sit down, the servant who had just ran out came back again, this time with an even more panicked expression. "Asshole! Why are you back again?" Weng Haoxuan roared angrily, his eyes almost killing people.
Being crowned a prince and entertaining dignitaries were the most glorious moments in his life, but this servant came to disrupt the situation again and again, making him embarrassed in front of everyone. How could he not be angry. "Hmph." The next moment, a cold laughter sounded, and then a figure staggered in and threw himself on the ground to chew mud. "Butler!" Weng Haoxuan took a closer look and saw that the person on the ground was none other than the butler of the Prince's Mansion. But at this time, the butler didn't look like a housekeeper at all. He was just a lost dog and a beggar on the street. He was lying on the ground, his body was trembling, and he didn't dare to say anything. Many people present recognized the butler, and the shock in their hearts was all written on their faces. I really didn't expect that someone actually held the chief steward hostage, and even came to the Prince's Mansion to show off his power. At this time, a figure walked in directly, stepped on the butler, and shouted: "Weng Haoxuan, you have such a loud tone, I'm here now, what can you do to me?" The butler was stepped on the ground in front of everyone. This was like stepping on Weng Haoxuan's face! The crowd saw the face of the visitor clearly, and their faces were even more surprised. This was actually a young man! "Nie, Nie Tian!" Weng Haoxuan saw the face that appeared in front of him clearly, and his pupils suddenly shrank. The shock and fear in his heart were magnified infinitely through his eyes, and he said stupidly: "Are you still alive?" Yes, he read it right. The person who suddenly appeared in front of him and disrupted his moment of glory was Nie Tian. Weng Haoxuan never dreamed that Nie Tian was still alive. He saw with his own eyes that Nie Tian and others were sliced by the Thorn-armored Scorpion. How could the latter still survive? It doesn't make sense, it doesn't make sense at all! Although he did not see Nie Tian die with his own eyes, Weng Haoxuan was convinced that in that situation, Nie Tian would have no chance of survival. Moreover, the Abyss of Chaos has been closed for half a year. Even if Nie Tian survived, how did he get out? Weng Haoxuan couldn't figure out everything. "Nie Tian? Nie Tian, Lord of Tianluo City? Isn't he dead?" At this time, everyone reacted and looked at Nie Tian in even more astonishment, as if they had seen a ghost. Nie Tian was considered a moderate figure in Three Thousand Small Worlds. He failed to come out of the Abyss of Chaos half a year ago, and it was already widely rumored that he died in the Abyss of Chaos.
Who would have thought that this person who had been dead for half a year would suddenly appear again. "Your Highness, you really want me to die, don't you?" Nie Tian stared at Weng Haoxuan, the aura in his whole body was cold and cold, and he released the killing intent without any scruples. cold! The cold that penetrates the soul! The unbridled killing intent was released, and everyone felt their bodies trembling with cold. When Weng Haoxuan listened to Nie Tian's words, the words of His Highness did not make him feel happy at all. Instead, he felt the killing intent covering his whole body. "City Lord Nie Tian, I..." Weng Haoxuan finally reacted, his mind began to move, his eyes were filled with deep fear, and when he spoke, his whole body was trembling. "Who do you think you are!" Nie Tian interrupted Weng Haoxuan directly. He had already discovered the maids at the banquet and had already recognized a few of them. At this time, the anger in his heart completely exploded, and murderous intent appeared in his eyes. Ling Ran scolded: "A scum like you is worthy of being a prince!" "Bang!" The rolling sound fell, and Nie Tian suddenly exerted force on his feet. A muffled sound suddenly erupted above the hall. The butler under his feet was trampled into a piece of blood and died tragically on the spot. The brutal and bloody scene plunged the entire banquet into a deathly silence. Everyone's expressions were concentrated and their eyes were dull. The dignified butler of the Prince's Mansion died like this? Died at His Royal Highness’s banquet! Weng Haoxuan's face suddenly stiffened, and he felt a loud explosion in his head, which made him feel dizzy, his body swayed, and he almost fell down. The chief steward of the Prince's Mansion was trampled to death in front of him. His first reaction was not anger, but fear, desperate fear. At this time, countless black-clothed warriors appeared, each with murderous intent. Only Weng Haoxuan could give an order and they would swarm forward. The strength of these warriors is not weak, they are all between the first level to the fifth level of true essence, and they are the disciples supported by the prince's mansion. It is said that raising an army for a thousand days is spent in a moment, and this is the time for them to prove their worth to Weng Haoxuan. But what's strange is that Weng Haoxuan's face turned pale with fear, and he looked confused. He didn't look like a prince at all, and he didn't behave like Nie Tian who ordered the killing. "Your Highness, this man is too arrogant. He dared to act so arrogantly in the Prince's Mansion. He is really looking for death!" A voice suddenly sounded. It was the fat man who had teased Li Jiao'er before. "Looking for death!" Nie Tian didn't even look at this person. He raised his hand directly. A trace of killing sword intent flew past. A stream of blood spurted out of the air, and the fat man's head fell to the ground. "Kill him!" At this time, someone shouted, and dozens of black-clothed warriors suddenly became more aggressive and wanted to take action. Nie Tian was not afraid of these people. His whole body shook, and a surge of sword intent soared into the sky. With his current strength, he could defeat these dozens of Zhenyuan realm warriors alone. "Who dares to move?" Just as Nie Tian was about to start a killing spree, a figure suddenly flashed behind him. It was Zhan Xiaoyi. He showed a black token in his hand and shouted loudly. "Zhanyun Order!" The black-clothed warriors saw the token in Zhan Xiaoyi's hand clearly and exclaimed. The other people at the banquet were stunned and horrified. Who is this person, and why does he have the Zhanyun Order in his hand? "Zhan Xiaoyi!" Others did not know Zhan Xiaoyi, but Weng Haoxuan did, and he spoke in surprise. Zhan Xiaoyi sneered and said loudly: "I am the young master of Zhanyun Sect. Anyone who dares to move will be an enemy of Zhanyun Sect!" The high-pitched voice fell, shocking everyone. The black-clothed warriors were horrified and retreated subconsciously.
"City Lord Nie Tian." Just as everyone was retreating, a figure took the initiative to stand up. Nie Tian's eyes condensed slightly, and he looked at the man, who turned out to be the master of spiritual formation, Yao Feike.