Wangzhou, this ancient and mysterious land has always been the focus of competition among all forces.

And today, a thrilling storm is quietly brewing over the imperial city.

In the imperial city, the originally solemn and magnificent sky, suddenly, without any warning, a strong and unsolvable smell of blood appeared.

The smell of blood seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hell, carrying an endless aura of death and terror, instantly spreading in every inch of the air, making people feel vomited when they smelled it.

Immediately afterwards, the black clouds quickly enveloped the entire imperial city like a surging tide, covering the originally bright sky tightly, causing the entire imperial city to fall into a depressing and dim atmosphere.

In an instant, it seemed as if the heaven and earth had changed color, and the void was torn apart by a mysterious and powerful force.

Figures slowly stepped out of the torn void, and each figure exuded a heart-wrenching pressure.

Looking closely, there were thirteen people in total. They were the infamous and terrifying thieves. The person in charge was the cruel and scheming Qin Feng.

Qin Feng's eyes were as cold as frost, as if two sharp cold swords were watching the imperial city below.

There was no unnecessary expression on his face, no nonsense, and he raised his hand and slashed it with a sword.

This sword contained all his strength and murderous intent, and the majestic power crushed towards the palace like a surging tide.

Wherever you pass, the space seems to be unable to withstand this powerful force, shattering inch by inch, making a creepy sound.

The sword shadow was like a black lightning, whistling towards the palace with the momentum of destruction.

However, just as this power of destruction was about to touch the palace, it strangely dissipated invisible, as if it had been swallowed by some mysterious and powerful force.

All this happened so suddenly and so incredible that Qin Feng and others' faces turned pale in an instant.

In the palace, Emperor Liu Wu was sitting upright on the dragon chaise. He looked at the void lightly, and a hideous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The smile was full of disdain and murderous intent, as if looking at a group of ants who were ignorant of their lives.

"Thirteen Great Thieves? Haha, I'm so brave. I dare to come to the imperial city to act wildly. My royal family has been silent for so many years, and it seems that someone has forgotten our horror?"

His voice was low and majestic, like rolling thunder, echoing in the palace.

After saying that, he suddenly slashed into the void with a knife.

This knife seems casual, but it contains endless power.

The sword light flashed, as if the whole world was shrouded by this sword.

The sword light was like a hot sun, sweeping towards the thirteen thieves with the power to destroy the world.

Qin Feng's face changed drastically, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

This time he came, he was ordered by the King of Qin to test the power of the royal family.

After all, the Qin family once betrayed the royal family. If the royal family rises, it is very likely to attack the Qin family.

But Qin Feng did not expect that the power of the royal family was much terrifying than he imagined.

This Liu Wu actually showed a stronger and more terrifying strength than in Zhaixing Tower City that day.

The power of this sword made him feel unprecedented pressure, as if the breath of death had already enveloped him tightly.

"Escape!" Qin Feng shouted at the top of his lungs.

The Thirteen Thieves did not dare to hesitate at all and turned around and fled.

However, the majesty of the royal family cannot be easily provoked by them.

Although they tried their best to escape, three of them still failed to escape the bad luck.

Under Liu Wu's powerful attack, they were instantly killed and buried in the imperial city.

Blood splattered, dyeing the ground of the imperial city red, adding a bit of terrifying atmosphere.

Liu Wu stood below and did not chase after the thirteen thieves who were fleeing, but just watched their departure coldly.

His eyes were full of disdain and warnings, as if telling them: "No matter who sent you, it should be your master to know the power of my royal family!"

Immediately, he withdrew his gaze and looked inside the room. The hideous smile on his face disappeared instantly, replaced by a gentle smile: "The guest is frightened, let's continue!"

As if the thrilling battle just now had never happened, his tone was calm and calm, showing the majesty and demeanor of the royal family.

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The Sea of ​​Demons, a land that is regarded as a taboo and nightmare by the rest of the Great Town Dynasty, is like a cancer that exudes an evil aura, deeply embedded in the edge of this vast continent.

It was filled with a creepy and dead silence, as if time had stopped here, and the breath of life was completely isolated.

The sea of ​​demons is filled with naked land, and the cracked land is like the deep wrinkles on the old man's face, telling the vicissitudes and desolation of time.

The sky is always shrouded in a dark haze, and the thick clouds are like a huge lead plate, weighing heavily on people's hearts.

The spiritual energy here is so thin that it is almost exhausted, and the air is filled with a pungent smell of rotten smell. There is no sign of life. Even the most tenacious weeds cannot take root and sprout here.

Occasionally, a strong wind blew, rolling up the dust in the sky, making a sharp whistling sound, as if it was the roar of a demon.

In the center of the Sea of ​​Demons, ten iron pillars dozens of feet high stand like giants. Their thick pillars are engraved with mysterious and strange runes, flashing with faint green light, as if they are hiding endless secrets.

Twelve corpses with different figures hung on the iron pillar. Their bodies had already dried up, like dead trees that had been drained from water by time, leaving only skin and bones.

But what is surprising is that their flesh has not yet corroded and still maintains the outline of their life. Through the body that looks like a skeleton, they can still see their strong physique and extraordinary temperament during their life.

Each corpse seemed to be a silent monument, telling the thrilling battle back then.

At this time, a sixteen-year-old boy walked slowly over with an old man.

The boy was wearing a black robe. The texture of the robe was soft and tough, simple and elegant. It fluttered gently with his steps, as if it was a mysterious black flame.

His eyes were as bright as stars, his eyes were deep and bright, as if he had endless wisdom and secrets.

Although he was a young man, he was already mature. His face was cold, like a thousand-year-old piece of ice, exuding a cold air that was blocking people from thousands of miles away.

There was an innate nobility and majesty between his eyebrows and eyes, and his whole body exuded a momentum of looking down on the world, as if he was the master of the world.

The boy walked under the iron pillar, stopped, looked up at the corpse above, and asked softly: "Is this the twelve strong men of the Great Town Dynasty that blocked my sea of ​​demons back then?"
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