Published: March 7, 2025
Chapter One Hundred Twenty-Eight: Silver-Tongued
As the two walked out of the treasure vault side by side, they realized that the sky had already darkened.
In front of the palace, a person was holding two horses, waiting for them. It was Wu Qianqian. Upon seeing Chu Yang emerge, she was overjoyed and said, "Lord Imperial Seat, we must hurry back to the Butian Pavilion, something has happened!"
"Something has happened at the Butian Pavilion? What is it?" Chu Yang frowned.
"A group of men in black has arrived, all highly skilled in martial arts, insisting that we hand over the person from that day..." Wu Qianqian said anxiously, "We explained for a long time, but they still refused to listen... It looked like a fight was about to break out... If it weren't for you being outside, they would have certainly demanded an explanation from you, and the situation would be unimaginable by now!"
Chu Yang was shocked and quickly mounted his horse, saying, "Your Royal Highness, this is urgent; I must go ahead." He then added, "Please have the guards escort you directly back to the Crown Prince's Residence; do not come to the Butian Pavilion, it might be dangerous."
As he spoke, he took the ferocious mask and cloak that Wu Qianqian handed him, and with a leap, he was fully dressed and landed back on the horse. With a squeeze of his legs, the steed whinnied and galloped forward.
Wu Qianqian followed closely behind, and in the blink of an eye, the two riders disappeared before Tie Butian.
Tie Butian’s eyes flickered as he commanded, "Return to the Crown Prince's Residence immediately; I have important matters to attend to." At that moment, he had made up his mind to send the two shadows to the Butian Pavilion to see who was so bold!
Inside the Butian Pavilion, chaos reigned!
In the great hall, fourteen seats were filled with men in black. In Chu Yang's seat, a masked figure in black sat, with an imposing presence and sharp eyes, looking disdainfully at the organization personally founded by the Crown Prince.
In front of each person, there was a cup of tea with steam rising. This was the result of Wu Qianqian's efforts before she left, allowing these people to sit here calmly.
On one side, in the courtyard of the Fiery Blood Hall, faint moans could be heard sporadically. It was someone who had been injured while trying to obstruct these men...
These men were those whom Chu Yang loathed deeply—the ones who had injured Mo Qingwu!
They were members of the Dark Demon Family!
They had finally come knocking!
After all, when Chu Yang ordered that man to be sent to the Butian Pavilion at the city gate, it had been under the watchful eyes of many. It was truly strange they could not find out.
The sound of galloping hooves suddenly echoed outside.
The men in black in the hall brightened their eyes: was the legendary Chu King of Hell finally going to appear?
The sound of hooves abruptly stopped at the entrance, followed by hurried footsteps. A figure wearing a ferocious mask and a black cloak walked in quickly and calmly.
Two gazes in the night, illuminated by the lights, shone like cold stars; steady and composed.
Chu King of Hell finally appeared at the door of the grand hall. His cold eyes slowly scanned the room, landing on the fourteen masked men in black who did not stand up, and asked, "Have you come to find Chu?"
Chu Yang's words were not intentionally aloof but rather warm, clearly indicating that his mindset was quite peaceful at this moment. His tone carried a hint of surprise, as if he was completely unaware of the purpose of these people's visit.
"You are the Chu King of Hell? Lord Imperial Seat of the Butian Pavilion?" The man sitting at the top, the throne expert, scoffed coldly and said, "Such great authority, such arrogance!"
Chu Yang's legs felt weak, not from fear, but because he had used all his energy and mental power in the treasure vault to assist the Nine Calamity Sword in devouring. By the time it was finally done, he was left completely drained, with not a trace of power remaining.