Chapter 387

"But this sort of thing has never happened before."

"Who knows if he'll suddenly go berserk from qi deviation!"

"Relatively speaking, it would be more profitable to befriend and win over Cang Ku."

"And there's even a chance to take him in for our own use."

Looking at the contents on the Heavenly Dao Golden List.

Wu Zetian silently deliberated for a moment, then had an idea.

As for Lord Chuan Ying.

Setting aside the fact that he had already become a member of the Qinglong Society, which had a rift with our Great Tang.

Just his temperament alone, she was very dissatisfied with it.

No matter how you put it.

The Great Sui Dynasty had at least enshrined him for so many years.

And the result?

Sui Emperor Yang Guang was assassinated, yet he didn't even dare to fart!

If at first it wasn't clear who the murderer was.

Then after the Great Sui Dynasty fell into the hands of the Qinglong Society and declared loyalty to it henceforth.

Was there still any need to hesitate?

Even if it ended there, it would be fine.

But instead he turned his coat and attacked.

Mingling with the murderer who killed his former lord.

Even if such a person were taken under her command, what good would it do?

Who knows what kind of trouble he'd cause one day.

Rather than exhausting effort and chips to recruit a ticking time bomb.

She was more inclined toward Cang Ku, the founder of that demonic sect!

Thinking of this.

Wu Zetian no longer hesitated.

She raised her phoenix eyes, and her cinnabar lips parted lightly as she said.

"Pass down my order: secretly make contact with the founder of the Dasuimo Sect, the Heavenly Demon Cang Ku."

"If there's a chance, win him over into our Great Tang."

"If he refuses, you must still be sure to win him over and befriend him!"

Before the words had even faded.

Shangguan Wan, who was always attending at her side, answered loudly.

"Yes, I obey Your Majesty's command!"

After speaking.

She turned and hurried away.

Yunzhou, headquarters of the Tianxia Society.

"In this world, there actually exists such a terrifying existence?!!"

Xiong Ba, who had just come out of seclusion.

Glanced at the contents on the Heavenly Dao Golden List.

His tiger-like frame trembled slightly.

A trace of amazement and astonishment surfaced on his face.

He hadn't expected.

That on the path of martial arts, there was actually such an operation.

It was simply too absurd, too astonishing!!

One must know.

This was something that could turn one into a cripple for life at the slightest misstep!

Which martial artist would dare gamble their future on this?!

Most importantly.

Before crippling his own foundation, the other party was still a supreme powerhouse of the Mythical Realm.

Even without crippling himself.

He would still surpass ninety-nine point ninety-nine percent of people!!

A powerhouse respected by hundreds of millions!

One might ask.

Which martial artist.

Would be willing to gamble like this?!

Amidst his shock.

Xiong Ba suddenly discovered.

The joy he had just felt from comprehending his family's inherited ultimate art to the minor completion stage had been completely swept away.

He pressed his lips together.

Thinking of the special nature of his family's inherited ultimate art.

His heart instantly grew fiery with excitement once more.

He straightened his expression and called out toward the door.

"Chouchou, bring those bastards from the death cell."

"Today, I'm in a good mood—I'll help them head to the Western Heaven for free!"

"Yes, Boss!" Wen Chouchou replied.

Not long after.

He led several disciples in, dragging in ten condemned prisoners.

"That's enough. You're dismissed."

He waved his hand.

After Wen Chouchou and the others withdrew.

He gazed at the group of death row inmates before him, their eyes filled with gnashing hatred.

Xiong Ba's face was full of hope as he rubbed his hands together.

A smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

He strode quickly toward the first condemned prisoner.

He raised his palm, his mind stirring slightly.

Instantly.

The Returning Blood Hand activated!

A terrifying, unmatched suction force erupted from his palm.

The condemned prisoner couldn't even scream.

His whole body trembled uncontrollably.

Soon.

His body withered rapidly.

In just two minutes.

A living man moments before.

Was now a withered corpse.

Beside him.

The other condemned prisoners, who had witnessed this scene.

Stared wide-eyed, their faces blank with terror.

A desperate will to survive.

Made them wail, curse, thrash, and beg for mercy.