Chapter 158

"Remnants of the Annan Army?!"

A group of guards, upon hearing Lu Bing's words, instantly changed their expressions.

"Take him down!!!"

The guard leader, with a furious expression and murderous aura: "Do it!!!"

These people are remnants of the Annan Army, so he must take him down!

More than a dozen guards rushed toward Lu Bing for the first time!

Each one of them was murderous!

Watching these dozen guards killing their way toward him, cold light bloomed deep in Lu Bing's eyes.

"The heroic spirits of the Annan Army have come for revenge!"

Suddenly, Lu Bing roared: "Kill!!!"

"Thump!!!"

Lu Bing's right foot,

stomped on the ground with a bang,

his body was like an arrow off the string, suddenly darting out, killing his way toward the guards!

Swish!!!

A saber light flashed,

a guard's neck,

appeared with a thin 737 blood line,

subsequently,

his head instantly separated from his body!

One clash,

Lu Bing killed a guard,

and,

without any hesitation or pause,

the battle saber in his hand flew, and bursts of saber light flashed in the moonlight!

Every time a saber light flashed,

a guard would instantly fall under his battle saber!

"Kill!!!"

Bursts of roars and shouts of killing sounded inside the Wang Fu!

The entire Wang Fu was instantly permeated by a heavy bloody aura!!!

And at this time,

inside the Wang Fu secret room,

Zhao Mingqu was sitting in the secret room,

staring at a huge sand table in front of him, with various military markings marked on the sand table.

Zhao Mingqu's gaze fell on his fiefdom.

Staring at the flag mark representing troops on his fiefdom, hot light flashed deep in Zhao Mingqu's eyes.

"Lying dormant for several years..."

"Nowadays, my troops have reached more than one hundred thousand..."

"And, they are all elites, as long as there is an opportunity..."

"Once Ying Zheng dies..."

"This world will be mine, Zhao Mingqu's!!!"

The light deep in Zhao Mingqu's eyes was intense and hot, and a surge of blood was surging in his heart.

Holding more than one hundred thousand heavy troops, lying dormant in the dark, waiting at any time to kill his way out and seize the world.

This feeling made Zhao Mingqu full of satisfaction.

At the same time,

it also made him ambitious,

feeling that this world would inevitably fall into his hands.

"If Prince Mo were still alive, even if Ying Zheng died, I would have to lie dormant and endure, and might not even have hope for a lifetime..."

His gaze fell on the position representing Yanmen Commandery in the Northern Border of Great Qin on the sand table.

In Zhao Mingqu's mind, Prince Mo's figure appeared uncontrollably.

At the same time,

under Prince Mo's command,

the information about the incomparably elite Annan Army also appeared rapidly in his mind.

Thinking of Prince Mo's bravery in the past and the terror of the Annan Army.

A trace of fear uncontrollably emerged in Zhao Mingqu's heart.

Too strong!

Whether it was Prince Mo or the Annan Army, they were the best in the world!

"Fortunately..."

Zhao Mingqu revealed a smile at the corner of his mouth and muttered to himself: "You died, and the Annan Army is finished..."

"Without you, as long as Ying Zheng dies, this world will definitely be mine..."

Thinking of these,

the bad mood Zhao Mingqu had been in these days slowly improved a lot.

However,

when he thought of,

the Ghost who appeared in Xianyang City, elusive and unfathomable.

The expression on his face instantly became ugly again.

"Ghost..."

Thinking of his right-hand man Feng Chen being killed by the Ghost, and his current situation also being affected by the appearance of the Ghost.

Falling into a certain passivity.

Intense resentment flashed deep in Zhao Mingqu's eyes.

His hands uncontrollably clenched into fists, and killing intent boiled in his heart.

Suddenly.

"Thump thump thump—"

Urgent knocking sounded, followed by the Wang Fu butler's terrified and anxious voice coming from outside the door.

"Master, something big is wrong!"

"Something big is wrong!"

"A large group of assassins have killed their way into the Wang Fu, and Heir Zhao Chuncheng has been killed!"

The butler's voice outside the door was terrified and anxious, roaring at the top of his lungs.

"What?!"

Upon hearing the voice outside the door, Zhao Mingqu was shocked, and thick horror emerged in his eyes.

Terrified, he walked toward the secret room door with big strides, and with a crash, pushed open the stone door.

Subsequently, he saw,

the butler standing at the door with a pale and terrified expression.

At the same time,

a large group of guards,

had already gathered outside the door.

"What's the situation?!"

Zhao Mingqu glared, staring fixedly at the butler, roaring loudly: "What exactly happened..."

"Ah ah ah..."

Before the old butler could speak, Zhao Mingqu suddenly heard a series of miserable screams coming from his ears.