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Chapter 2083: Violent Beitang Shu (Subscription Request)

But then again, now that the will of heaven in the Lei Ze small world has revived and even wants to devour and assimilate the Poison Cave small world, it is definitely an extremely difficult problem.

Meng Zhao now doesn't dare to rashly enter Lei Ze's small world. As long as he dares to show up, Lei Ze's small heavenly will will surely do its best to kill him. There is no second possibility.

Of course, it is not necessarily the case that there is no solution at all and we are helpless.

First of all, Meng Zhao now has many areas that can be improved.

The first is to let the worm wrap itself in a cocoon, the second is to combine the evil weapons and evil disasters with one's own supernatural power of the Eye of Heavenly Punishment to create an unparalleled supernatural power, and the third is to thoroughly digest all the gains from this sky-repairing trip. For Meng Zhao, it is also a way to quickly improve his strength.

In addition, Meng Zhao also had some thoughts about the five-colored beads in his hand. Simply treating it as his own treasure, using it for attacking, assisting in cultivation, or defense, would be a waste of resources.

He felt that this five-colored pearl contained the power to mend the sky, and contained the five elements and the power of the world. He felt that he could imitate the evil weapons and evil disasters and refine it into a shocking magical power, which would become another means of killing for him.

Of course, no matter which idea it is, Meng Zhao cannot do without using the deductive function of the Zhaotian Divine Mirror to increase the feasibility of success.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and Meng Zhao's figure disappeared between the treetops, escaping into the darkness, undergoing a deep transformation and sublimation...

In the distant Jizhou, inside the provincial capital, the ninth prince Beitang Shu was facing great embarrassment at this moment.

The huge Prince Fu's Palace has thousands of houses, towers, pavilions and terraces, and is extremely luxurious.

On the top of a Wangchuan Tower, dozens of meters above the sky, there is a platform that looks like a roc with its wings spread out.

Beitang Shu's face was cold, his thin lips were blood red, and the fierceness in his eyes gradually disappeared. The bright red blood between his fingers and the traces of broken bones showed signs of his coldness and cruelty.

He took a long breath and said,

"You slut deserves to die. You can't even do a small thing right. You deserve to die!"

Next to the pavilion, a slender and beautiful figure now looked like a broken doll, lying on her back on the white jade-paved pavilion, with her eyes wide open. Her bright and beautiful eyes were now dim, as if she had never thought that she would be killed by the prince who had always liked and doted on her.

Between the maid's eyebrows, there was a blood hole as thick as a finger that was particularly creepy, and red and white liquid was gushing out. In the dark night, under the cool breeze, hot steam was rising.

Outside the pavilion, there were several figures standing in an orderly manner and listening. Two of them were Chen Siyuan and Fu Fei, who were originally sent to Lingwu City.

Under Meng Zhao's arrangement, the two of them finally returned to Prince Fu's Mansion safely. Although they were treated harshly and even punished for their poor performance, they finally survived and returned to the core circle of Prince Fu's Mansion.

However, Chen Siyuan, Fu Fei, and other high-ranking officials of Prince Fu’s Mansion were all somewhat frightened at the moment.

He lowered his head and looked submissive, wishing he could put his head on his chest.

Beitang Shu, the ninth prince of the current dynasty, Prince Fu, has become increasingly erratic and violent in recent days for some unknown reason.

The maid just now was killed by Prince Fu himself because she was just a little slow. In such a cruel way, it is inevitable that people will feel fear and tremble with terror.

In particular, if Beitang Shu always behaves like this, they will not be affected at all. They will not have any extra thoughts and will just get used to it.

  But, Beitang Shu in the past was a broad-minded person. Not to mention that he was just a little slow, even if he made a big mistake, he would just punish the person according to the rules of the mansion. How could he be so bloody and kill someone with his own hands?

Such unpredictable mood and tyranny naturally made his subordinates uneasy. Of course, the more terrifying thing was not this.

Beitang Shu slowly put his finger, which was stained with red and white juice and bits of broken bones, into his mouth, chewed it carefully, and laughed out loud with a perverted smile,

"Superior brain fluid, it really is the best tonic!"

How can this be a prince or a prince who is of noble descent, of extraordinary bearing, and of great talent and strategy?

It is clearly a terrifying demon who chooses people to devour and is inhumane.

But the reality is here. Although it is weird and eerie, and everyone is afraid from the bottom of their hearts, they still have to submit to him.

No one would care about the life of a mere maid, but Beitang Shu's behavior was indeed disturbing.

How could the wise and powerful Prince Fu become like this?

Everyone present couldn't help but think about it, and gradually remembered the origin of everything.

It originated from an assassination attempt by the master of the evil sect.

Of course, that was just the beginning, and Beitang Shu did not become so cruel and unprovoked from that time on.

Until recently, they started investigating Nangong Yao and wanted to deal with this man who was once one of the ten best masters in the world, but they were repeatedly frustrated and even suffered heavy casualties. This completely triggered all the dark emotions in Beitang Shu's heart.

Killing is not the goal, it is just a way to vent.

As for the perverted act of sucking brain fluid, that is another explanation. Maybe it is Beitang Shu's nature, but he is just indulging himself in it now?

But no matter what it was, everyone present did not dare to be negligent in the slightest, nor did they dare to show it openly.

"Mr. Feng, think of a way. I want Nangong Yao to kneel in front of me alive. Can you do it?"

  After collecting his fingers, Beitang Shu calmed down and his eyes became clear again. After thinking for a while, he said to the first person in the group,

This man was about thirty years old, with premature graying of hair, but he had a good temperament and was gentle and elegant. His eyes were like pearls and amber, bright, deep, and full of wisdom.

Of course, his identity is not simple either. He is the descendant of the Yin-Yang School, one of the Hundred Schools of the Middle Ages, who was invited repeatedly by Beitang Shu in Jizhou. His cultivation is only at the innate level, but for Beitang Shu, his value lies not in his martial arts but in his overall view and wisdom. He is one of his think tanks and can help him deal with various difficult issues.

At this point, he had failed many times and was helpless against Nangong Yao, and couldn't even catch a glimpse of the other party's shadow. He had lost so many people, so he still hoped to use the wisdom of Mr. Feng to solve this trouble.

Mr. Feng also had a bitter look on his face. He had never approved of Beitang Shu's deliberate targeting of one of the world's ten best masters. Now that he knew that the other party had extraordinary skills and his whereabouts were mysterious, it was even more trouble.

Wisdom can indeed help people do things that they could not do before.

However, in the face of absolute force, the role of wisdom is actually quite limited.

Otherwise, there wouldn't be the saying "force can defeat skill".