I, the villainous eldest prince, will suppress everything!

Central Command Tent!

Murong Bo sat behind a large table, examining the letter that the eagle had brought back; it was written by his father, Murong Qingcang.

Before he could finish reading, the tent flap was suddenly flung open with a whoosh.

Murong Jin, having changed his clothes, strode in.

With a bang, he slammed his hands on the table and shouted:

"Brother, why didn't you give the order just now!"

Just now, if Murong Bo had given the order, not only would that vile woman and her bastard have died, but also a grandmaster from the Great Zhou Dynasty. It would have been a win-win situation. He couldn't understand why his elder brother, Murong Bo, didn't give the order.

Hearing this, Murong Bo ignored Murong Jin and continued reading the letter in his hand.

His father, Murong Qingcang, is leading the delegation on their way back.

In the letter, I explained some matters to him.

"Big brother, are you even listening to me?"

boom!

Murong Jin slammed his hand on the table again, causing several items on the table to fall to the ground.

Murong Bo then looked up at Murong Jin opposite him and couldn't help but yell, "Are you crazy?!"

"Big brother, I'm not crazy."

Murong Jin said, "That old bastard walked right into our trap, so it's not our fault. If you don't give the order, I'll lead some men to secretly kill him tonight."

Looking at Murong Jin, Murong Bo really wanted to stand up and slap him to wake him up.

"Do you really want our father to die?!" Murong Bo glared and questioned.

"Father will understand for the sake of the great cause of Northern Mang," Murong Jin said.

The Northern Barbarians have always had only one grand ambition: to conquer the Central Plains and unify the world.

Killing the Serpent Elder greatly weakened the Great Zhou's strength, which would be of immense benefit to the Northern Mang army's future southward advance.

Upon hearing this, Murong Bo covered his head with his hand, looking utterly exasperated.

"Father will never understand. If Father comes back, you must never say such things in front of him. Although we are all Father's sons, if you want to sacrifice Father, he will never forgive you."

After saying that, Murong Bo asked, "The food has all been delivered, right? You're not stupid enough to poison it, are you?"

Murong Jin pulled up a chair and sat down, saying irritably, "Of course I wouldn't be stupid enough to poison the food. That old man is poisonous from head to toe; there's nothing in the world that can kill him."

Upon hearing this, Murong Bo nodded: "That's good. I'm warning you again, kid, don't cause any trouble these days. The most important thing is to bring your father back."

"Are you really not going to kill that old bastard? That old bastard is a Grandmaster of the Great Zhou Dynasty. The Great Zhou Dynasty only has three Grandmasters, only three," Murong Jin emphasized.

Murong Jin desperately wanted to kill Snake Elder, not only for the sake of the Northern Mang's great cause, but also for his chance to make a name for himself.

Snapped!

This time, Murong Bo couldn't hold back. He stood up and slapped Murong Jin across the face, making his face twist.

Murong Bo scolded, "Can't you understand human language? I've already told you, don't cause any trouble these days, getting your father back is the most important thing."

Murong Jin did not retaliate, but simply reached out and rubbed his burning cheek.

He turned his neck to look at Murong Bo again and said:

"Big brother won't kill that old bastard, but he should at least kill that slut and that bastard."

Snapped.

Another slap, this time making both sides of her face symmetrical.

Murong Bo said angrily, "Those two are hostages, hostages, do you understand? If anything happens to them, do you think the Great Zhou will release Father safely?"

The snake cannot be killed, nor can the mother and daughter.

Murong Jin clenched his fist and slammed it on the table in front of him, venting his anger and helplessness.

Murong Bo then sat down again, took a deep breath, and said:

"That slut and that bastard can't be killed, and that old bastard is even more untouchable. You only saw that the old bastard is a Grandmaster, didn't you notice the people standing behind him?"

Murong Jin frowned and asked, "Brother, what do you mean by that?"

Murong Bo said, "They are all martial arts masters of the ninth rank or above. Most importantly, the oldest is only in his early twenties and the youngest is only in his teens. How many young ninth-rank martial arts masters does our Northern Wilderness have? And they have so many at once."

Grandmasters are rare in the world, and high-level martial artists are equally rare.

Generally speaking, one can only become a high-level martial artist when they reach their forties or fifties.

The group of young people standing behind Elder Snake today were all very young, but their cultivation levels were all above the ninth rank.

This can only mean one thing: the Great Zhou Dynasty is no longer the established perception of various countries.

She's an easy target; anyone can take advantage of her.

The number of Grandmasters in the Great Zhou Dynasty will experience an explosive growth in the near future.

Or perhaps, the Great Zhou already had other newly promoted grandmasters, but they simply hadn't revealed themselves.

The purpose was to lure various countries into a trap so that they could be dealt a crushing blow.

The death of Grandmaster Bai Jinghong is a signal!

The Great Zhou Dynasty could tolerate the death of a master who had been famous for a long time.

This shows that Da Zhou Gen doesn't care about a Grandmaster.

Because they have many more masters in secret.

"So, brother, let's strike first before they become grandmasters. I'll lead my men tonight and kill them!"

boom!

Murong Bo couldn't take it anymore. He walked around from behind the table, came to Murong Jin's side, and kicked him away, sending him and his chair flying.

Everyone says that among the Murong brothers, Murong Lie is the most foolish, but now it seems that Murong Jin is just as stupid.

Murong Bo kicked Murong Jin to the ground and pointed at his nose, shouting:

"I'm warning you one last time. During this time, you need to behave yourself. Getting your father back is the most important thing."

Just as he finished speaking, someone outside the central command tent reported: "Reporting to the commander-in-chief, the Great Zhou has sent over a prescription, instructing us to obtain the medicine according to the prescription."

"Go catch it."

"Murong Bo said."

It's just some medicinal herbs, give them to them, it's no big deal.

The man outside the tent paused for a moment, then said, "General, the herbs on the prescription are all rare and valuable. Some of them are not even available in the army."

Murong Bo pointed outside and shouted, "Give them to them, give them all to them! Find a way to get the medicinal herbs that the army doesn't have."

Murong Bo really wanted to curse at him for asking about such a trivial matter.

After a while, there was no more movement outside the tent, presumably because they went to try to get some medicinal herbs.

Murong Jin slowly got up from the ground and patted the footprints off his body.

Murong Bo pointed at him and warned again, "You better behave yourself, or you'll end up like me."

Their henchman was none other than Murong Lie, who had been dead for a long time.

"Understood, brother."

Murong Jin clasped his hands in a fist salute and said.

After glancing at him, Murong Bo said again, "Now is not the time for you to contribute. Wait until Father arrives at Xuanque Pass in a few days, then you will have a chance to shine."

"Brother, what do you mean?" Murong Jin asked, puzzled.

Murong Bo handed him the letter on the table: "Read it yourself, and don't leak it out."

Filled with great doubt, Murong Jin took the letter and read it. Immediately afterwards, a huge surprise appeared on his face, which he could no longer suppress, and his mouth almost stretched to the back of his ears.

However, as Murong Bo's cold gaze fell upon him, he quickly stopped smiling, clasped his hands in greeting, and said:

"Brother, don't worry, I will keep my mouth shut."

Murong Bo nodded: "Get out of here now, don't let me see you again. Seeing you makes me angry. When Father comes back, we'll see how he deals with you."