Chapter 868: Fu San's Biochemical Weapon

Lan Long saw the scene getting out of control, frowned, launched a Signal Bomb into the sky, and then said in a low voice: "I have already informed the people of Wuji Hall from several nearby countries; they will rush to West Liang City at once. If you are sensible, worship them as the National Lord of Donglin Country and obey the commander of my Wuji Hall!"

Lan Long then put forward another person to become the new National Lord of Donglin Country.

"Otherwise, bear the consequences yourself!"

The crowd shivered all over, stunned by Lan Long's threat.

Although they are prominent figures in West Liang City, in front of Wuji Hall they are insignificant; if Wuji Hall truly intends to deal with them, it would be easier than crushing ants.

So someone stepped forward, knelt down, and said, "Salute the new His Majesty!"

The others followed suit, and in an instant, about half of them did the same.

Seeing this, Holy Son Lan Long showed a smug smile; he knew these commoners were inherently lowly, terrified at the mere mention of Wuji Hall.

"Ye Qingran, if you kneel and beg for mercy, perhaps I can petition the Holy Lord to spare your life!"

"I quite admire your courage; what makes you think you already have the victory in hand?"

Holy Son Lan Long sneered coldly, "Ye Qingran, I know you are fairly strong, but you, alone, dare to oppose my Wuji Hall—truly a fool's dream!"

Ye Qingran raised her eyebrows, "Who told you I came alone?"

Holy Son Lan Long's expression changed; his gaze turned deep as he looked at Ye Qingran. She raised both hands to her side front, 'Pa‑pa' clapped twice, and immediately a figure appeared in everyone's view.

It was Xia Zhimeng.

"Hello everyone, long time no see!"

"I am Xia Zhimeng, granddaughter of the Summer Venerable Envoy of the Xuanjing Department!"

Someone recognized Xia Zhimeng.

After Xia Zhimeng came Ling Shaoyang, and more people recognized Ling Shaoyang.

Following Ling Shaoyang was a curly‑haired man, exceedingly handsome, whose smile was devilishly charming and whose bearing was highly noble.

Behind him stood an expressionless man, with a sharp aura and a slightly wild presence.

They were unmistakably Xuan Yuan Luo and Feng Yi.

After Feng Yi came the disciples of the Shenzhou Academy, including Lu Yunfeng.

Behind them were several members of the Yun Tribe.

Further back were Fu Er, Fu San, and the five: Han Xing, Leng Yue, and Bai Bing.

This small group of nearly twenty, like a gathering of stars, each exquisitely beautiful and outstanding in bearing, any one placed in West Liang City would be a dragon among men; their appearance dazzled everyone present, giving all a visual feast!

Holy Son Lan Long had originally been indifferent, but when he saw the man at the very back, holding two children, he finally lost his composure!

As the Holy Son of Wuji Hall, how could he not know the Emperor Sovereign of the Peak of the Hunt?

The moment Fu Hanxiu appeared, he recognized his identity, his heart raced, blood surged to his brain, and a feeling called fear spread in his heart.

The Emperor Sovereign of the Peak of the Hunt has arrived!

Although the people ahead were handsome men and beautiful women, compared with the finally appearing Fu Hanxiu, the gap was obvious.

In this world, men fall into two categories: Fu Hanxiu, and all other men!

Fu Hanxiu is not only favored by appearance and bone structure, his temperament is also superb; merely standing there he becomes a scenery of his own, the center of all attention.

So even with a child perched on each shoulder, Fu Hanxiu's unparalleled elegance remains untouched!

"I know him; he is the father of Ye Qingran's child!"

Many people recognized Fu Hanxiu.

Ye Qingran and Fu Hanxiu once left a deep impression on the citizens of West Liang City; even though they have been away for a while, legends about them never ceased.

"Mother!"

Xiao Hu Xiao Chen sat on their father's shoulders, cheerfully waving at Ye Qingran.

"Horse, run fast!"

What else could Fu Hanxiu do? Of course, he obeyed and ran fast.

Who said they were his children?

The family of four stood together, the handsome man, beautiful woman, and delicate, cute children—who knows how many were dazzled.

"Holy Son Lan Long, I must thank you for summoning all the nearby Wuji Hall people; it lets us catch them all in one net."

Ye Qingran said with a laugh.

Holy Son Lan Long stepped back and asked, "What exactly do you intend to do?"

Ye Qingran thought for a moment, then replied seriously, "It's nothing, I just suddenly found Wuji Hall displeasing and want it to vanish from this world."

The crowd's hearts trembled violently.

Ye Qingran said to the people of Wuji Hall, "Make Wuji Hall disappear from this world?!"

One must know that Wuji Hall is the greatest power on Xuanmiao Continent, with a long history, tangled roots, depths unfathomable; where does Ye Qingran draw the courage to utter such a reckless claim?

"Fu Er, Fu San, seize them!"

At Fu Hanxiu's command, Fu Er and Fu San immediately acted.

Holy Son Lan Long's expression grew extremely gloomy.

Although he is a Holy Son of Wuji Hall, his strength is not great; none of them combined can match Fu Er and Fu San.

"Ye Qingran, you will regret this!"

Lan Long said, and launched another Signal Bomb!

This Signal Bomb, unlike the previous one, was gray with specks of blue, looking rather eerie.

When this Signal Bomb is seen, the people of Wuji Hall will immediately release a plague within Donglin Country's territory!

Holy Son Lan Long's face showed a triumphant smile.

"This plague spreads extremely fast; once infected, it will decay from the outer ear inward within a month!"

Lan Long's tone grew even more smug, "This plague is a masterpiece of the Lan family of Tongtian Road, unsolvable on Xuanmiao Continent! Ye Qingran, you think you're helping Donglin Country? No, you're actually harming them!"

"Everyone in Donglin Country will pay for your impulsiveness and ignorance!"

"Hahaha~"

Holy Son Lan Long laughed loudly and heartily; the others in Wuji Hall also laughed out loud, releasing the previous oppressive atmosphere.

"Ye Qingran, if you kneel and beg for mercy, I might consider withdrawing my order; remember, you only have the time it takes to burn one incense stick—otherwise, once the plague is unleashed, you'll have no room for regret!"

Holy Son Lan Long felt assured of victory, his spirit growing ever more exalted.

But what he didn't expect was that Fu Er and Fu San continued their attack on them, as if his earlier words were just a fart.

"Ye Qingran, are you intending to disregard the lives of everyone in Donglin Country?"

Holy Son Lan Long kept questioning, finally receiving an answer that made him vomit blood.

"Guess."

In the end, the people of Wuji Hall were tightly bound by Fu Er and Fu San onto the platform where Gu Dongliu and Holy Son Lan Long had previously competed.

"Ye Qingran, the plague has already been released; your regret now is useless! Believe it, in just a few days the plague will reach Xiliang City, tsk tsk..."

Even bound, Holy Son Lan Long kept chattering on.

"First, make him shut up."

Fu San obeyed Ye Qingran's command, took off his own sock, and stuffed it into Holy Son Lan Long's mouth.

"Sorry, I've been busy lately and haven't changed my socks."

Holy Son Lan Long's mouth filled with the stench of the sock, making him roll his eyes and nearly faint.

Fu San smirked inwardly, silently cursing Lan Long for getting what he deserved.

Fu Er reminded: "You're married men now, still so unhygienic—watch out, or your wives will dump you!"

Fu San suddenly couldn't laugh anymore.