Therefore, he dares to return to the Immortal Sect of Seven Killings Hall.

Otherwise, he would have fled long ago to avoid Chen Yuan's revenge.

"If Chen Yuan wins..." the Seven Killings Hall Master's eyes were full of gloom, and his gaze was filled with worry. If old and new grudges were joined together, Seven Killings Hall wouldn't withstand the current King Yan.

"Xiang Qianqiu has entered the Six Realms. Even if things don't go as planned, Chen Yuan is definitely bound to be severely wounded. It's just a pity that Xiang Qianqiu has no idea what he's doing.

The transmissions I sent him have gotten no replies. Perhaps... they are still battling fiercely in the void," the Ancestor of Seven Killings Hall said gravely.

"What should be done for the Seven Killings Hall now, just sit and wait for death?"

The Ancestor of Seven Killings Hall was silent for a moment, then said solemnly:

"That's the most foolish method."

"Then..."

"Victory hasn't been decided yet, but Chen Yuan's side has considerable strength. I am no match for that Demon Monk Moluo, nor do I wish to fight desperately.

You should immediately send someone to Shuzhou City and the Yan King Mansion, saying that Seven Killings Hall is prepared to attach itself to the King Yan. From now on, we are willing to expand territories alongside Heavenly Demon Hall for the King Yan.

We can even hand over many of our worldwide forces to the King Yan's control, hoping that the King Yan can be magnanimous and not be too grudging with Seven Killings Hall.

This incident occurred only because we were bound by rules and couldn't refuse Xiang Qianqiu's hire..."

The matter is significant, and the rasping, slow voice of the Seven Killings Hall Master was already replaced.

"This..." Listening to the Ancestor's arrangement, the Seven Killings Hall Master instinctively was somewhat unwilling to re-subordinate himself to Chen Yuan, thought for a moment, and said: "What if Chen Yuan ends up dying at Xiang Qianqiu's hand?"

The Ancestor of Seven Killings Hall raised his head and looked directly at him:

"Promises are the most worthless things in this world. If Chen Yuan is defeated, naturally, we continue supporting Xiang Qianqiu. In short... whoever wins can count on the support from Seven Killings Hall.

Those two father and son are smart people; they know what to prioritize. As long as the benefits are proper, what are some grudges considered? Grudges... are only intentionally forgotten."

"Disciple understands."

"Go ahead. My injuries are severe and need time to recover. If there's any news, inform me immediately, so I can take precautions....."

"Disciple takes leave."

The Seven Killings Hall Master nodded, bowed, and withdrew, disappearing into the void.

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Shuzhou City.

After Chen Yuan ordered the attack on Seven Killings Hall, Chen Huaiyi, the Tianxu Taoist, and Xu Yan Monk proceeded to the Mountain Gate of Seven Killings Hall in Blood State.

While Wu Daozi remained in Shuzhou City, his injuries had improved quite a bit, but he inherently disliked the slaughter, and Chen Yuan's current forces were sufficient, so he hoped Wu Daozi could enjoy his retirement.

His physical body is obliterated, Primordial Spirit severely damaged, Original Source injured; it can be said that no Spiritual Objects can possibly help Wu Daozi recover; he could only wait for his end.

The three Yang Gods are not going to annihilate Seven Killings Hall; they intend to set up formations near Seven Killings Hall's Mountain Gate to prevent anyone from escaping.

As for Chen Yuan and Moluo, they arrived shortly thereafter.

The reason they didn't leave together was that Chen Yuan needed to entirely resolve the issue with Zhou Zhong in Shuzhou City first, to prevent him from becoming a hidden threat.

Both sides have almost torn to shreds their pretense, everything had to be resolved quickly.

The previous marketplace hadn't dispersed yet, still bustling with crowds. When Chen Yuan once again stood in front of the Zhou's Bun shop, people were still there, queuing up incessantly.

As if those buns were genuinely rare delicacies, only Chen Yuan knew that the unexpected ingredient inside was human flesh. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Zhou Zhong's boldness indicated he was prepared, unclear of his exact purpose—could it be just to face Chen Yuan?

Following the same format as before, Chen Yuan ordered a basket of buns, asking the assistant to call Zhou Zhong over. The assistant recognizing him as a repeat customer found nothing suspicious and directly shouted inside.

Soon after, Zhou Zhong placed steaming hot buns in front of Chen Yuan and smiled, asking:

"Got done with everything?"

"Finished, couldn't wait to come over."

Chen Yuan looked at Zhou Zhong and smiled lightly.

"Hungry, take a bite of these buns."

Zhou Zhong eagerly invited him, pushing the buns towards Chen Yuan, as if these were unparalleled delicacies for anyone.

"Business was average before, why's there so many people now?" Chen Yuan glanced at the buns in front, ignoring them, and asked instead.

Zhou Zhong shook his head:

"Recently learned a trick from a beggar, adding something good to the buns, immediately it enhances the taste; apparently, it works.

Young Yuan, you wouldn't believe it, becoming so demanding daily, if not for me giving these assistants a raise in Silver Coin, they would have stopped working long ago.

A few more days like this, and I could buy a property in the city."

"What good thing did you add?"

"What do you think?"

"The meat has changed."

Chen Yuan said.

Zhou Zhong slapped his thigh lightly, said:

"Knew Young Yuan could achieve great things; see, guessed right, precisely, the meat here has changed; used to be always pork."

"What about now?"

"Still using pork..."

"Hehehe...." Chen Yuan laughed without a word.

"Additionally mixed with some human flesh, not done by me, all delivered by beggars in town, really odd, pig meat mixed with human flesh, the flavor's distinct."

Zhou Zhong said, lowering his voice.

"That's a capital offense."

"Hey, with Young Yuan watching over me, what can the Government do?" Zhou Zhong laughed at Chen Yuan, his gaze carrying secretive meaning hard to describe.

Chen Yuan looked at the surrounding crowd and suddenly asked:

"Who are you?"

"Who am I? Young Yuan, you can't just forget someone because you've made it big, can you?" Zhou Zhong pointed to himself.

"I really don't recognize who you are; logically, with my Wangs's cultivation, I should be able to discern what's hidden beneath your skin, but peculiarly, yet can't see clearly.

It's quite odd, but now we've reached this point, why bother with these tricks?"

"Hehehe...."

Zhou Zhong laughed sinisterly.

"Since the first day I saw you, Wang, I sensed something wrong with you."

"Why didn't you expose back then?"

"There were other matters at that time, didn't want to be bothered by trivialities, but you couldn't wait; first killed the Gang Leader of Fishsea.

Then started selling human meat buns, wasn't it to let me realize something's wrong, and lure me here? Now, Wang's here, what's your purpose state it.

Oh, and give me information about Zhou Zhong's father and daughter, otherwise.... Wang will turn you into buns too." Chen Yuan looked at Zhou Zhong, pointed to the buns on the table, and smiled.

Without any change due to the opponent's abnormality, it seemed just like casual chatter.

"Truly a King with millions of soldiers and reigning half of the Central Plains, your ambition for the world is fierce, indeed worthy offspring of Xiang Family.

Hehehe....."

Zhou Zhong twisted his neck, seemingly a bit uncomfortable, then continued:

"If your father Xiang Qianqiu were here, he might have been able to see through Uncle Zhou's identity at a glance, unfortunately..... he's likely dead at your hand, right?

Hahaha.... patricide.... regicide..... quite the hero figure, if this were hundreds of years back, whether the world will fall into chaos would be debatable.

Just a pity, you and I are not from the same era, tut tut tut...."

Chen Yuan fixed his gaze on the opponent, spoke each word deliberately:

"My Wang asked about your intentions and identity, not here to listen to your regrets, when you're dead, naturally you can lament."

Zhou Zhong nodded, laughed:

"Alright, listen carefully, I'm called Sima Yuande."

"What a grand title, yet unfortunately my Wang hasn't heard of it."

Sima Yuande: "....."

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