Chapter 878: This Lan Ling Wang is not an assassin!

After the Bai Tribe people were taken away, the people of Zhu Lu Summit came to report, saying that the plague situation in Wuji Hall was extremely severe, already turned into a mess, and the situation was already out of control.

"My precious granddaughter, you're really amazing!"

Hearing that Wuji Hall had already been conquered by the plague, Yun Batian was overjoyed, giving Ye Qingran a thumbs-up.

He had heard that the plague in Wuji Hall was concocted by his granddaughter; with just over a hundred people, she precisely spread this plague to the main hall of Wuji Hall, infecting tens of thousands almost completely, and the lives of everyone in Wuji Hall were almost in her hands.

Ye Qingran shrugged, "I didn't expect it to go so smoothly."

If she had known earlier how weak Wuji Hall was, she would have used this trick long ago. Indeed, she had still overestimated Wuji Hall's strength.

"It's time to excise this tumor from the Xuanmiao Continent!"

Yun Zhongyue snorted coldly.

Yun Zhongge nodded in agreement.

As members of the Yun Tribe, how could they not know that the Bai Tribe had been currying favor with Wuji Hall all these years? Without Wuji Hall's secret assistance, the Bai Tribe could not have achieved such heights.

If the Bai Tribe and Wuji Hall had benefited each other through legitimate means, that would be fine, but their behind-the-scenes dealings are truly outrageous.

Wuji Hall was once the orthodox Dao of cultivators across the continent, but it has long since been corrupted.

That day, Ye Qingran and her group left the Yun Tribe for Zhu Lu Summit.

The forces of Zhu Lu Summit quickly assembled and marched toward Wuji Hall.

A great battle was imminent.

In just seven days, Wuji Hall was surrounded by the forces of Zhu Lu Summit, clearly at the end of its tether.

Before this, Wuji Hall might not have feared a siege by Zhu Lu Summit, but now everyone is infected with the plague, struggling on the brink of death, and no longer able to worry about anything else.

"Holy Lord! The people of Zhu Lu Summit have come, saying that if you don't come out, they'll storm in!"

Upon learning that Fu Hanxiu had arrived, Luo Dongyu's face filled with anger.

"It must be them who did it!"

Only then did he realize that, despite Wuji Hall never having encountered such a thing in all these years, it had happened to him. Besides Fu Hanxiu and Ye Qingran, he could think of no one else!

"Quick, request help from the Lan Family of Tongtian Road!" After Luo Dongyu gave the order, he led the remaining uninfected people of Wuji Hall out to meet the enemy.

The magnificent Wuji Hall now lay amid a pall of dead qi, everywhere filled with plague-infected people resembling vengeful ghosts.

"Holy Lord, save us1"

"Holy Lord, I don't want to die!"

"Holy Lord...."

Luo Dongyu furrowed his brows, bypassed those pleading for help, and strode outwards.

Seeing Luo Dongyu come out, Ye Qingran said, "If the Holy Lord still doesn't come out, we'll just go in."

Luo Dongyu lifted his eyes and saw Ye Qingran; the killing intent in his gaze seemed to solidify.

"Ye Qingran, are you still human? So many people, because of you, are living worse than dead—doesn't your conscience ache?"

"Talking about conscience with her?"

Ye Qingran found it ironic, "When Wuji Hall unleashed the plague in Donglin Country, causing countless infections, did they ever consider whether their conscience would ache?"

Luo Dongyu choked.

"Ye Qingran, hand over the antidote! Otherwise you'll regret it!"

"The Holy Lord intends to go to the Lan Family of Tongtian Road to seek help, right?"

Luo Dongyu's heart startled—Ye Qingran actually knew?

But soon he calmed down; even if Ye Qingran and Fu Hanxiu knew, what difference would it make?

Anyway, the people of the Lan Family of Tongtian Road are coming soon.

His gaze fell on Fu Hanxiu like a venomous snake. The matriarch of the Lan Family of Tongtian Road, Lady Lan, is Fu Hanxiu's biological mother—something he had only recently learned.

However, Lady Lan dislikes Fu Hanxiu, even loathes him. Yet she dotes on the Lan Family's genius young master, Lan Ling Wang, with extraordinary affection.

The Lan Family will absolutely not stand by and do nothing!

"I must say, you're clever, but the Lan Family are coming soon—no matter how strong you are, how could you be a match for the Lan Family of Tongtian Road?"

Luo Dongyu was full of confidence in the Lan Family.

You should know, Tongtian Road is an existence that towers over the entire Xuanmiao Continent, a hub linking the lowly Xuanmiao Continent to the higher realm; the Lan Family are the overlords of Tongtian Road, immensely powerful, and Zhu Lu Summit is nothing before them.

"Is there a possibility? Before the Lan Family arrive, we could just take you out?"

Ye Qingran scoffed.

Luo Dongyu's expression changed slightly.

"Why so nervous? I was just joking with you."

Before Luo Dongyu could even relax, Ye Qingran's face darkened: "Fu Hanxiu, I've disliked him for a long time—kill him!"

Fu Hanxiu nodded and struck out!

After experiencing the Demon God Relic, Fu Hanxiu's strength surged; Luo Dongyu was no longer his match. At first he could fend off the attacks, but later he grew increasingly unable to cope.

Just as Fu Hanxiu was about to deliver a fatal blow, an attack came from the horizon that neutralized his offense; however, Fu Hanxiu flashed aside, seizing Luo Dongyu as easily as grabbing a chick.

"Release him."

This voice also came from the horizon—unseen, but heard first.

The voice was pleasant, belonging to a man, deep and magnetic, full of majesty. Yet the tone was arrogant, as if a lofty prince commanding his lowly servant like dust.

"Who comes?"

Everyone was pondering, yet each had their own answer.

Tongtian Road!

Lan Family!

Ye Qingran's eyes flickered, the corners of her mouth curling into an intrigued smile, yet a cold glint flashed in the depths of her gaze.

The most excited was Luo Dongyu, who was like a drowning person clutching at a life-saving straw.

Young Master of the Ling King, I'm here!

As soon as he heard that voice, he recognized the speaker as the most honored young master of the Lan family, Lan Ling Wang!

Soon, a procession appeared.

At the forefront were eight extremely beautiful maidens flying on swords, continuously scattering flower petals, very picturesque.

Behind the maidens was a luxurious carriage flying without horses.

Although it had no horses, its space was large and its decoration could be called luxurious.

Inside the carriage sat a person; because the pearl curtain and jade screen blocked the view, one could only vaguely see a man sitting in the center, surrounded by several beauties.

Behind the carriage were several dozen solemn and dignified guards, each with a deep aura, obviously experts at a glance.

Everyone was shocked by this scene.