Chapter 190

Ye Gucheng, standing nearby, saw the scene.

His face was a mix of laughter and tears.

He knew that Ximen Chuixue's action was meant to repay the favor just received.

Because.

The strength of the Great Ming Dynasty.

Was not something two warriors who hadn't even reached the Earthly Immortal Realm could directly oppose!

But he, who understood the inner details deeply.

Was utterly unfazed.

Or rather.

Not only was he completely calm, he even felt like laughing!

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"You don't get to decide this!"

"Everything must wait for His Majesty's judgment!"

Zhuge Zhengwo uttered a cold snort, his expression unchanged.

His words left no room for mercy.

The Emperor's order was to apprehend both of them.

He dared not play dumb on this matter.

If he angered His Majesty.

Would that not be inviting trouble upon himself?

Upon hearing this, Ximen Chuixue.

His already icy gaze grew even colder.

His right hand slowly rested on the hilt of his sword.

His entire aura condensed inward.

Lu Xiaofeng, seeing this, his expression changed slightly.

After a moment's hesitation, a flash of resolve passed through his eyes.

He then stepped without hesitation to Ximen Chuixue's side.

Declaring his stance.

He knew.

Given Zhuge Zhengwo's words just now.

Tonight's matter was unlikely to end peacefully!

Even though this matter had nothing to do with him.

He could have easily stayed out of it.

But as the closest friend of Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng.

He simply could not stand by and watch them being taken away!

So even if stepping forward would lead to the same outcome.

He still resolutely chose to step forward.

"Do you think you've already got us figured out?"

Nearby.

Ye Gucheng, who had remained silent until now.

Suddenly let out a derisive laugh.

Glanced at him with a look full of mockery.

Stepped forward calmly and composedly.

"Sorry, tonight, you're taking none of them!"

His voice was soft.

But filled with certainty and confidence.

So much so that Zhuge Zhengwo's face darkened, his pupils flaring with rising anger.

Yet.

Before he could retort.

Ye Gucheng turned his gaze to Wei Qingqingqing beside him.

Smiled faintly, speaking with effortless calm.

"Wei Qingqingqing, founder of Zizai Gate?"

"Are you certain you want to get involved?"

The moment the words left his lips.

The entire scene fell utterly silent.

Except for a few elder masters, Zhuge Zhengwo, and Wei Qingqingqing himself.

The onlookers all stared in bewilderment.

Their eyes flickered with curiosity.

Internally pondering what they knew of Wei Qingqingqing.

Though they gained nothing.

But there was one thing they could be certain of.

That Wei Qingqingqing was absolutely no ordinary person!

After all.

Just the title of founder of the Ziran Gate alone.

Was already proof of his extraordinariness.

But what puzzled them even more was.

Where exactly did Ye Gucheng get the nerve to dare speak such grand words?

One had to know.

What he was facing at this moment was one of the Eight Great Imperial Dynasties!

The terror of its power.

Even the various Dingjianzong Sect powers of the Nine Provinces.

Would not lightly dare to brush against its edge!

And yet, facing such a colossal behemoth.

Ye Gucheng's tone seemed as if he simply did not regard the Great Ming Imperial Dynasty in his eyes at all.

This could not help but arouse their curiosity.

Speculating in their hearts about his backing.

Looking back at Wei Qingqingqing and Zhuge Zhengwo.

Hearing these words.

The two were startled together.

Exchanged a glance with each other.

Ripples stirring faintly in their hearts.

Clearly somewhat shaken and uncertain that Ye Gucheng could blurt out his identity in one breath.

Besides that.

They also felt a trace of puzzlement at his unhurried reaction.

Not understanding where exactly his nerve came from.

After a moment of silence.

Just as Zhuge Zhengwo's brows knit slightly and he racked his brains.

Wei Qingqingqing stroked his beard and smiled faintly.

"What's this mixing in or not mixing in."