I, the villainous eldest prince, will suppress everything!

With the appearance of the Snake Elder, the situation on the scene gradually underwent some subtle changes.

Although the number of Grandmasters in the Great Zhou Dynasty is still less than that of the other side.

But this is in the capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty, on Qin Li's territory.

Who knows if there are more fully armed soldiers lying in ambush on the nearby streets?

If that's true, then they don't have any advantage at all.

Not to mention, they cannot underestimate Qin Li himself.

Rumors suggest that Qin Li's cultivation level is not low.

"What should we do?"

Wu Er, who had just been shouting for a fight, suddenly changed his attitude and decided to flee.

He and Wu Da had finally advanced to the Grandmaster level, and they didn't want to perish here so easily.

This is human nature, and even grandmasters are no exception.

If a person has nothing, then he is not afraid of losing anything.

However, once a person has too much, that person will become timid and hesitant, afraid of everything.

Before their own people could answer, Qin Li said:

"What can you do? What else can you do? Surrendering is your only way out."

"joke!"

Upon hearing this, Wu Er abruptly flicked his sleeves, "We are all grandmasters, how can we surrender without a fight!"

Even if it comes to a fight to the death, you won't gain anything.

"How about this, we each take a step back, and pretend that what happened today never happened. We'll leave immediately and never set foot on the territory of the Great Zhou again in this lifetime, what do you say?"

In Wu Er's mind, his words were already a concession, which was considered giving Qin Li enough face.

Qin Li's ability to force Grandmasters to retreat is truly unique in the world, let alone forcing four Grandmasters to retreat together.

Zhou Biao nodded quickly and whispered to Qin Li:

"Your Highness, why don't we do as he says?"

Snapped!

Qin Li, annoyed, slapped Zhou Biao across the face and said:

"They've already bullied you so badly they've shit on your head, and you still try to catch it with your mouth? How disgusting!"

Zhou Biao covered his slapped cheek, feeling extremely aggrieved.

He reached out and patted his sleeve, then looked up and said:

"If you don't surrender, then we'll start fighting."

"It's not like no Grandmaster has ever died in the capital of this Great Zhou!"

Not long ago, Grandmaster Bai Jinghong died here.

"Go ahead and fight! We're not afraid of you!"

Urhu, taking advantage of the tiger's power, stepped forward and said.

"Senior Sword Immortal, then I would like to trouble you to go and experience this person's superior skills."

As Qin Li finished speaking, Li Fuyao, who was standing on the rooftop with a wine pot in one hand and a sword in the other, gracefully descended.

He thrust his long sword fiercely at Wu Er.

Wu Er was shocked and quickly used his skills to defend himself.

Bai Zhenzhen landed gracefully and asked, "Which one should I attack?"

Just as Qin Li was about to point at Wu Da, Wu Da looked at the two bald monks beside him and said with a smile:

"Two monks, my brother and I have already contributed one; shouldn't you both contribute one as well?"

"That's natural."

Master Wenjing quickly tied his robe around his neck and went to greet Bai Zhenzhen.

"Watch out! That bald monk is not someone to be trifled with!"

Before Bai Zhenzhen went up, Qin Li kindly reminded her.

Bai Zhenzhen hummed in response, and in the blink of an eye, she was fighting with Master Wenjing.

A battle between grandmasters is extremely rare in the world, let alone today where two pairs of grandmasters are fighting one against one.

Everyone was stunned and speechless as they watched.

Li Fuyao's swordsmanship was superb, and his attacks were swift and fierce. Although Wu Er was also a grandmaster, he was forced to retreat step by step, only able to defend and not have the chance to fight back.

Wu Da watched carefully, feeling a chill for Wu Er.

However, in the battle between Bai Zhenzhen and Master Wenjing, Master Wenjing had the upper hand.

Ultimately, Bai Zhenzhen wasn't a true grandmaster.

The reason I was able to kill Bai Jinghong last time was simply because Bai Jinghong was too weak and didn't live up to his reputation.

Master Wenjing has practiced Buddhism in the Buddhist kingdom for many years, and his Buddhist skills have made him invulnerable to weapons.

"Your Highness, which one should we attack, Snake Elder? In my opinion, we shouldn't attack the remaining bald monk; we should attack the other one."

Zhou Biao, still covering his face with his hands, stepped forward and said.

Wu Da, who was watching the game, overheard this and cursed inwardly.

Among the three grandmasters of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Snake Elder's attack power is not the strongest, but he is definitely the most troublesome, and he has been famous for a longer time than the other two grandmasters of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

If he were to face Old Snake, his chances of winning would be slim.

Thinking of this, Wu Da quickly said to Qin Li, "Crown Prince of Great Zhou, why start another war? Let them fight it out. If Master Wenzhi and I join the battle, the aftermath will inevitably affect countless innocent people. Why don't we observe their battle first?"

"Are you scared?" Zhou Biao couldn't help but laugh.

Wu roared, "You brute, are you courting death? I am a grandmaster, why would I be afraid?"

"Elder Snake, you are old and frail. I am doing this for your own good."

"What if Elder Serpent were to perish at my hands...?"

Knowing that Wu Da was making excuses for his reluctance to fight, Qin Li didn't bother to expose him. He waved his hand and said, "Just as you said, let's see how the battle goes before we decide!"

……

at the same time.

The backyard of the Song family mansion.

Since the battle between grandmasters was taking place at the main gate of the Song residence, Song Qian ordered that no one inside the residence was allowed to leave, but only to remain on guard in the front yard.

After explaining everything, Song Qian went alone to the ancestral hall in the backyard, knelt down devoutly, and prayed for the ancestors' blessings.

If Qin Li is defeated and killed in this battle, then she and the Song family will not have a good life either.

However, not long after she knelt down, she heard the sound of footsteps behind her. Without even opening her eyes, Song Qian said:

"Why are you here again?"

A look of surprise appeared on the newcomer's face. He stepped forward and said, "Qian'er, you knew it was me?"

The person who came was none other than Fang Yuan, who had secretly sneaked in.

Song Qian asked emotionlessly, "What are you doing here?"

Fang Yuan said, "Today, the four grandmasters surrounded and killed Qin Li. Qin Li is doomed. Qian'er, you will never have to suffer under his tyranny again. I'm here to take you away. From now on, we will be husband and wife..."

Song Qian said with a cold laugh, "Who said I was wronged? I, Song Qian, am overjoyed to have the Crown Prince's favor."

Upon hearing this, Fang Yuan was stunned, incredulous:

"Qian'er, do you even know what you're saying?!"

"Shut up! You're not the one who should call me Qian'er."

Song Qian opened her eyes, stood up from the ground, and turned to face Fang Yuan directly: "Back then, when you committed a heinous crime at the border, did you ever think of the Song family, did you ever think of me? To say such things now is truly disgusting!"

Fang Yuan wanted to explain further, but Song Qian stretched out her hands and said:

"You want to kill His Highness the Crown Prince, but isn't this also a scheme set up by His Highness the Crown Prince? Killing four Grandmasters in one day means the Great Zhou is about to become powerful."

"As for you, you may stay here today as well!"

As soon as he finished speaking, two young men emerged from the depths of the ancestral hall, one on the left and one on the right.

They all held sharp weapons, staring intently at Fang Yuan, who was dressed in monk's robes.

"Fang, it's been a long time."

The young man on the left is holding a long knife.

"It was you!"

Fang Yuan couldn't help but take a step back, recognizing the man as the Seventh Prince, Qin Feng.

As for the young man on the right holding the halberd, who else could it be but Su Chen?

"What kind of 'OP' is this? He's just a narrow-minded petty person!"

"Brother Qin, let's attack together and kill this man!"

"good!"

Upon hearing this, Fang Yuan flew into a rage and ripped off his monk's robe.

Golden Buddhist energy and black demonic energy emanated from his body, obscuring his face.

Fang Yuan grinned maliciously, "You two pieces of trash think you can kill me? You'll have to wait until your next life."

"Since you've chosen your own path to death, don't blame me."

After saying that, Fang Yuan took the initiative and attacked the two of them.

Neither of them dared to be careless, and they each used their best skills...