While Xiang Yang and Qin Lan were cultivating in the presidential suite, two youths dressed in long gowns were currently eating and drinking in the main hall of the palace. Two long sticks were placed on the tables beside them, but due to being wrapped in rags, it was impossible to clearly see what they were.

Ordinary people had never cultivated and did not know what killing intent and sword intent were. When they faced the two of them together, they only felt very uncomfortable, but if it was a martial artist, they would be hurt by the sword intent and the killing intent.

"Hm?"

"I didn't expect there to be an expert here, but it shouldn't be our goal. Ignore him for now, rest for a day after eating and then move out at night."

Another person said lightly.

"Yes."

If Xiang Yang had been here, he would definitely have been shocked by these two men, because these two were renowned throughout the Western Underground World, especially in the world of a.s.sa.s.sins.

The most important thing was that both the b.l.o.o.d.y Swords were Xiantian masters and they weren't just ordinary Xiantian masters. They were Xiantian middle stage masters and had already reached the Xiantian realm for more than ten years. In the same realm, there were very few who could be their opponents.

The Bloodbath Twin Swords were a legend in the world of a.s.sa.s.sins. Since they had entered the world of a.s.sa.s.sins, the number of missions they failed to complete did not exceed three. Even the leaders of the smaller forces had been a.s.sa.s.sinated by them before.

The two swords wrapped in rags on their table were stained with the blood of who knew how many people.

The two of them were killers, they would not kill for no reason, and they would not be curious about who the cultivators were. On the contrary, as long as someone gave them money, they could kill anyone for money.

Although the Imperial Palace was still functioning normally, those who wanted to know the truth would discover that the core members of the Imperial Palace had long since left their original posts and had all disappeared.

From Xiang Feng onwards, all the core members of the Supreme Palace started moving. As they methodically prepared, Xiang Feng also informed Sun Dafu, at the same time also having to settle the matter of the other parties getting involved.

That night, the entire city of Skysea City began to run.

In the headquarters of the Cyan Horse Club, all of the upper echelons were in a meeting. Ma Yunnong, who was sitting at the head of the table, had a gloomy expression on his face as he played around with a silver pistol in his hand. It was unknown what he was thinking about.

"Boss, we're definitely going to die this time. The imperial palace and the Black Dragon are allying forces to annihilate us. No one can escape now." Below, one of his men said with a sullen expression.

"Hmph …"

"We originally planned to divide the world perfectly, but why did we end up like this? Isn't it because of the Imperial Palace? Why don't we fight first? " A young man with a knife scar extending from between his eyebrows to his chin said coldly as he had a ferocious look on his face.

"Hehe …"

Just as the fierce-looking youth finished his sentence, a fat man on the side sneered and said, "Right now, the entire Cyan Horse Guild is already being watched by the people from the imperial palace and the Black Dragon Hall. As long as one of us moves, it will cause a thunderbolt to strike, do you think we, Qing Ma, will have the strength to fight against them? "If you ask me, the only way out now is to surrender. Otherwise, the only way out is death …"

Before the fatty could finish his sentence, a gunshot rang out. They saw the silver handgun in Ma Yunnong's hand smoking as he pointed it at the man. It was the gun he had fired.

"This …"

"Old w.a.n.g …"

"..."

The unfortunate fellow had a b.l.o.o.d.y hole in his forehead and was bleeding profusely. He lay on the chair without a sound, while the others all turned pale with fright.

"If anyone dares to say that they want to surrender again, the result will be … "Die." Ma Yunnong said with a savage expression.

They were all Ma Yunnong's old subordinates and knew his character very well. They knew that if they p.i.s.sed him off at this moment, it was really possible that they could slaughter all these people in the meeting first.

"Does boss have a way?" Someone cried out in alarm and looked at Ma Yunnong with a hopeful gaze.

Ma Yunnong stood up and sneered, "I've already contacted a mercenary organization and hitman organization outside the country and used 1 billion to get them to take care of this. They have no choice but to escape."

"What?"

Everyone looked at Ma Yunnong in shock. They didn't expect him to make such arrangements. One billion! Not one hundred million or one hundred million, but one billion!

However, what happened in the future wasn't something they needed to consider right now. Their first goal was to live past today, and if they didn't, then nothing would be of any use.

Don't even think about surrendering, I've already received the news. I've received news that Palace Head Xiang Feng might be backed by a thousand year old royal family. Ma Yunnong said with a sneer.

"Boss, haven't you already discussed it with the mercenary group with 1 billion yuan?" A subordinate asked in confusion.

Ma Yunnong's underling looked at each other. After staring blankly for a long time, he could only grit his teeth as he took the pen and paper and began to write.

Those who were rich could leave with their families, while those who were poor could only make this choice at this time. As for the other ordinary members of the Cyan Horse Gang, when they naively believed that their senior would lead them to a b.l.o.o.d.y battle, they did not know that they had already been abandoned.

Ma Yunnong stood by the window with a fierce look on his face, "No matter who it is, you want to kill me? That will depend on whether you have the ability to do so, and how many lives you need to use to fill it! "

Outside the window, the setting sun was blood-red, and a gust of cold wind carried an inexplicable killing intent.