No one expected Gu Dayong to suddenly cut off Bao Butong's tongue.
Everyone in the room was stunned when they saw Bao Butong rolling on the ground with his mouth covered in blood.
"You eunuch, you actually dared to hurt my brother!”
"I'll chop you up!"
Feng Poliu had been paying attention to Gu Dayong.
After all, there were too few people who looked like them. If they didn't work for their own masters, Feng Po and Gu Dayong would want to have a good relationship.
However, Gu Da had used a knife to cut off Bao Butong's tongue, which made Feng Poliu know that the two of them were not on the same path.
Bao Butong was his brother, and it was only right for him to avenge his brother.
In Feng Bo Xie's simple outlook on life and the world, putting his life on the line for his friends was his creed.
Therefore, Feng Polisher didn't care how good Gu Da's Kung Fu was, who was sitting in the room, or whether he could beat the other party.
He only had one thought, and that was to avenge his brother.
Similarly, the giant Feng Po used a serrated knife. The blade was like a shark's sharp teeth, thick and wide.
There was no doubt that this slash would definitely split a person in half.
However, just as Feng Poliu E raised his broadsword, Gu Da's Avici Blade had already lightly slashed his wrist.
Feng Poliu felt a white light flash before his eyes and his hand became lighter. He thought that the other party had taken his weapon, but when he looked closely, he was instantly terrified.
His hand, his hand was gone!
Feng Poliu stood on the spot, raising his bare arms. Both of his hands had been severed from his wrists, and fresh blood was gushing out like a fountain.
"Ah…"
"My hand! My hand!"
"Young Master! My hand is gone!"
"Avenge me, avenge me!"
Feng Poliu stood there in a daze for a moment before he realized the pain. He raised his arms and howled with a pale face.
He didn't have any other thoughts. It was just a pity that he couldn't serve his grandfather in the future. He couldn't fight with others and let his grandfather avenge him.
Feng Bo E's thoughts were simple. He would avenge Bao Butong, so his grandpa should avenge him.
"Big Brother Bao, Big Brother Feng!"
At this time, A'Zhu and A'Bi finally reacted. They came to the two of them and took out their silk handkerchief to stop the bleeding, but how could they stop it?
Murong Fu looked at everything in front of him in a daze.
When Bao Butong's tongue was cut off, he wanted to help, but he was too late. He saw how Gu Da cut off Feng Poliu's wrist.
He could clearly see that the other party's long and narrow blade did not touch Feng Poliu's wrist. What cut off Feng Poliu's wrist was an invisible force.
A grandmaster, a grandmaster who released true qi.
Murong Fu was certain that the tall eunuch wielding two sabers was a grandmaster.
Whether it was Bao Butong or Feng Poliu, they were both top-notch experts in the martial world. Now, they could not even react before their hands were cut off. What else could they be other than a grandmaster?
Shock and hesitation filled Murong Fu's heart.
How could he fight against a grandmaster level macheteman? He could not be impulsive.
He still had the great responsibility of restoring the country and could not die here.
Murong Fu's emotions were complicated. On one side, his retainer was screaming in pain, and on the other, he was thinking about the great cause of restoring the country. He could not lose the great cause because of a small matter.
"Kneel down!"
Looking at the muddleheaded Murong Fu, Gu Dayong shouted.
"Kneel down!"
Chenhuan, Yao Yue, Lian Xing, and Azure Dragon all released their auras.
In an instant, the entire room was filled with a howling wind. A seemingly tangible pressure came from behind Prince Xiaoming, causing Murong Fu's heart to break. He could no longer hold on to the aura of the old Yan royal family.
In the inn, Wang Yuyan was pulling Huang Rong, who had just taken a bath, to the reception hall.
Wang Yuyan, who was helping Huang Rong pick vegetables in the kitchen, was pleasantly surprised when she heard the eunuch who delivered the vegetables say that Gusu Murong had come to visit his highness.
Cousin was here. Cousin was here to pick her up.
Wang Yuyan's tears instantly fell.
Huang Rong, who was at the side, was extremely anxious. She kept asking, only to find out that Wang Yuyan was crying from joy.
"Is your cousin Gusu Murong very famous?”
Huang Rong had just entered the martial arts world, so she did not know much about Murong Fu's reputation. After hearing Wang Yuyan talk about the reputation of Nan Murong of Beiqiao Peak, she became excited.
In Huang Rong's opinion, those whose nicknames could be described as " North " and " South " were all masters. For example, her father was called " Evil East ", and the Southern Emperor of the West Poison, Bei Qi, were all masters of martial arts.
Nan Murong of Beiqiao Peak should be pretty good too.
"Then what are you waiting for? Hurry up and go see your cousin and ask him to bring you out of here.”
"If you're late and get tricked by that little devil, you won't be able to see your cousin again.”
When Wang Yuyan heard this, she immediately became anxious and pulled Huang Rong to the reception hall.
She and Huang Rong had been getting along very well these days. If her cousin could take her away, he would definitely bring Huang Rong along.
The two little girls soon arrived at the flower booth.
Along the way, Wang Yuyan told Huang Rong about her cousin Murong Fu's status in Jiangnan's martial arts world in order to make Huang Rong believe that she could take her away.
This gave Huang Rong a lot of confidence.
When the two of them arrived at the reception hall, they saw blood all over the ground and Murong Fu who was slowly kneeling down.
When Wang Yuyan saw that the familiar bag was different from Feng Poliu, her eyes were filled with shock.
She knew that these two were her cousin's retainers, but why did it become like this?
Cousin had always been proud and was a famous hero in Jiangnan's martial arts world. Why would he kneel down to that Prince Xiaoming?
Wang Yuyan could not believe her eyes for a moment.
"Bao Butong, how dare Feng Poliu be disrespectful to this king and even try to assassinate this king?”
"Murong Fu, what do you think we should do?”
Zhu Houwei saw the two little girls running in and ignored them. He only asked Murong Fu lazily.
However, Murong Fu didn't know how to reply to these words.
Bao and Feng were his loyal retainers.
After following him for so many years, he had worked hard even if he had not made any contributions. How could he answer Zhu Houwei's question?
Murong Fu kneeled on the ground in a dilemma. When he saw his knees, his eyes cleared.
He had already knelt down. What else was there to say?
Bao and Feng were already crippled and would not be able to follow him in the future.
Since the truth was already like this, it was better to sacrifice the two of them to fulfill his own wishes.
"He deserves to be killed!"
Murong Fu gritted his teeth and did not look at the shocked Bao and Feng.
With Murong Fu's personality, he would rather pay the world than let the world betray him.
For the great cause of restoring the country, sacrificing two retainers was nothing.
Murong Fu, who had his eyes closed and his head turned, heard the sound of a sharp blade cutting through flesh.
There were no screams from Bao and Feng. Murong Fu was a little surprised that Prince Xiaoming didn't kill Bao and Feng.
He turned around and saw Bao and Feng bleeding from the red lines on their necks. Their eyes were wide open as they stared at him, their eyes filled with disappointment.
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