48: Framed, uneasy

Crack!

Xie Weilou rushed forward, grabbed Yan Wuchen's arm, and twisted it hard, breaking Yan Wuchen's arm.

"Ah..."

Yan Wuchen let out a pained cry.

However, his reaction was extremely quick; he clenched his other hand into a fist and struck towards Xie Weilou's head.

Xie Weilou reacted even faster, lifting his knee and slamming it into Yan Wuchen's chest.

Bang!

Yan Wuchen's chest caved in, and a mouthful of fresh blood spurted out.

Xie Weilou released his grip and kicked out.

Boom.

Yan Wuchen was sent flying, his body crashing into a rockery, shattering it, and breaking an unknown number of bones.

Xie Weilou's eyes were fierce, and he was about to continue his attack.

"Presumptuous."

Just then, a flying sword descended from the sky, striking fiercely at Xie Weilou; the middle-aged man fighting the old man in the void had found a moment to act.

Boom!

The long sword struck down, instantly splitting the ground with a hundred-meter crack.

Seeing this, Xie Weilou slapped the long sword.

Bang!

The long sword was sent flying.

The middle-aged man manipulated a sword art, and the long sword struck at Xie Weilou again, its powerful sword energy engulfing Xie Weilou.

"......"

Xie Weilou's figure flickered, retreating a hundred meters.

He coldly glanced at the middle-aged man in the void, did not linger, and immediately flew away.

"Your Highness."

Another group of guards rushed out and were shocked to see Yan Wuchen lying in the rubble; they immediately went forward to help Yan Wuchen up.

Yan Wuchen was helped up, one arm already dangling, his chest caved in, hair disheveled, face swollen, and blood hanging from the corner of his mouth, looking extremely disheveled.

In the void, the two Dao Repository Realm experts fought for a while.

The old man's eyes were fierce; with a flick of his finger, a flying knife struck down.

Boom.

The guards around Yan Wuchen were instantly blown apart, leaving only Yan Wuchen standing on the ground.

The old man formed a seal, and the flying knife appeared before him; he said coldly, "Some things cannot be done! This old man came here to give the Third Prince a reminder."

After speaking, he disappeared into the void.

"Your Highness."

The middle-aged man flew down, and when he saw Yan Wuchen's injuries, his face changed drastically.

Yan Wuchen immediately took out a bottle of pills and swallowed them; he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said angrily, "Did you clearly see the combat styles of the two people who attacked just now?"

The middle-aged man extended his hand and drew a trace of demonic energy from Yan Wuchen's body; he said gravely, "That Dao Repository Realm old man seems to be someone from the First Prince's side. As for the person who appeared later, I couldn't see through him, but he has a strong demonic aura, so he should be a demon......"

"Good, good, good!"

Yan Wuchen's expression was incomparably furious; he had a rough guess about the identity of the person who attacked later.

So this is how everyone wants to play, huh?

Very well!

Since everyone wants him dead, then from now on, he won't be polite either.

——

Seven Nights Snow.

Xie Weilou was sitting by the window on the second floor, enjoying wine and listening to music, a wide smile on his face.

Tonight's framed assassination would surely make those princes restless.

Originally, the competition among the princes was gradual, and they wouldn't resort to killing each other unless absolutely necessary, but with tonight's events, it was different.

At that time, some who were deliberately hiding their strength and feigning weakness would find it difficult to continue their act, for how could they act when an assassination arrived?

"Sixth Prince...... Yan Wugou...... I will crush you sooner or later."

Xie Weilou gently squeezed his wine glass, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes.

Tonight's incident would surely implicate Yan Wugou. Watching the tigers fight from the mountain? Feigning weakness? If I don't kill you, then I, Xie Weilou, lose!

First, let the princes fight it out and see if they can kill each other. If they can't, then I will personally intervene.

Not long after.

Xie Weilou put down his wine glass and left Seven Nights Snow.

However, at this moment, Tianqi City was already in an uproar. Two princes being attacked was no small matter; the Tianquan Division and the Imperial Guards were all in action, solely to find the culprits.

Of course, they couldn't possibly find the culprits.

Xie Weilou, reeking of alcohol, walked with his head down on the street, his hands tucked into his sleeves, his steps somewhat unsteady as he moved forward.

A group of Captians walked quickly over, led by Qinghuang.

When Xie Weilou saw Lin Qinghuang, a wide smile appeared on his face: "Lin Qinghuang, come home with me! To your home."

Lin Qinghuang glanced at Xie Weilou and said coldly, "As soon as you leave the Tianquan Division, you go to drink at brothels. Aren't you afraid of dying in a woman's belly?"

"Hehe!"

The people from the Tianquan Division all chuckled upon hearing this.

What's wrong with This Young Master liking to drink at brothels?

What's wrong with it?

Men, aren't they just like that?

Xie Weilou's face stiffened: "Nonsense! Am I really that useless?"

He then asked, "Seeing how hurried you are, do you have some mission? This Young Master happens to be free and can participate."

"You've had too much to drink, go home and sleep! The Winter Hunt Assembly will be held the day after tomorrow, and you need to head to Snow Wolf Valley tomorrow. Don't be too late."

Lin Qinghuang said indifferently.

After speaking, she waved her hand and left with the Captians.

Xie Weilou looked at Qinghuang's retreating figure and shouted, "Lin Qinghuang, can I come to your house tonight?"

"Scram!"

Lin Qinghuang's cold voice came back.

"Got it! Rolling in the sheets......"

Xie Weilou said loudly.

Lin Qinghuang quickened her pace, not bothering to pay attention to this fellow.

"......"

Xie Weilou looked at Lin Qinghuang's retreating figure, chuckled, and then walked away with his head down.

Half an hour later.

Xie Weilou arrived outside Zhenxi Marquis Manor.

At this moment, there were many guards patrolling Zhenxi Marquis Manor, and some soldiers were vigilantly watching their surroundings.

"Is Xie Cangxuan afraid of death?"

Xie Weilou smiled playfully; the news of his closeness with Yan Junlin had already spread, so how could Xie Cangxuan not be wary?

He walked swaggering into the manor with his hands behind his back; the guards at the entrance did not salute him but also did not stop him.

Inside the courtyard.

There was a young man in a black robe, wielding a long sword; the sword energy was fierce, and ice and snow scattered.

Xie Weilou looked at this black-robed man; he was Xie Cangxuan's eldest son, Xie Wushang!

Xie Wushang's talent was extraordinary; he became a disciple of a sword cultivator in Tianqi City. Three years ago, he was at the peak of the Xuanhuang Realm, and as for now, he had entered the middle stage of the Shackles Realm.

But that's all he was, someone who could be crushed with a casual flick of the hand!

Whoosh!

Xie Wushang sensed Xie Weilou's arrival; a cold killing intent flashed in his eyes, and he slashed a sword towards Xie Weilou.

"......"

Xie Weilou seemed not to have reacted; when the long sword was a millimeter from him, it instantly froze.

Xie Wushang retracted his long sword and looked at Xie Weilou with a cold tone, saying, "Injuring my brother and insulting my parents, these debts will be repaid by you sooner or later."

Xie Weilou smiled widely and immediately applauded: "Well said! Just like a clown performing in a play."

Crack!

Xie Wushang clenched his fist, his bones creaking, and the killing intent on him was extremely strong, but he dared not act against Xie Weilou here.

After all, Xie Weilou was the Heir of Marquis Zhenxi Manor. If he were to kill Xie Weilou here, he would probably be buried with him tomorrow, and even Xie Cangxuan would have to pay a heavy price.

"......"

Xie Weilou's expression was mocking as he walked towards his own pavilion.

The Winter Hunt Assembly was chosen to be held in Snow Wolf Valley. If Xie Wushang, that idiot, was courting death, then he would deal with him there.

"Damn it, this position of Heir will be mine sooner or later."

Xie Wushang's killing intent surged in his heart.

He wanted to kill Xie Weilou, not just to avenge his parents and Xie Wuji, but because he wanted to be the Heir.

The Heir of Marquis Zhenxi, that was the future Marquis Zhenxi. Who wouldn't covet this position?

The whole family was this greedy.

Such greed, even if it didn't burst them, would kill them!