Being stabbed at the beginning! Summon the net to suppress the world

On the other side, the fourth prince had returned to the mansion.

At this moment, he could no longer suppress his anger, seeing the maid trembling and handing over tea.

However, the fourth prince stood up suddenly as if he was a ignited gunpowder barrel, raised his hand and threw the teacup out fiercely.

The fine official kiln porcelain was instantly smashed to pieces on the ground, and the crisp sound echoed in the quiet study, shocking the maids.

"Get out!" The fourth prince roared, his voice like a bell, shaking the beams of the house slightly.

The maids were frightened and silent, not daring to refute at all, and hurriedly squatted down, picking up the fragments on the ground with trembling hands.

Even if the sharp porcelain pieces cut the delicate skin and blood gushed out, they gritted their teeth and dared not make any pain, for fear of further angering the furious master.

In the blink of an eye, the fourth prince was the only one left in the dark study.

He stood there, his chest heaving violently, breathing heavily, trying to calm the waves in his heart.

After a moment, his eyes were like a falcon, staring at the dark corner, and he said coldly: "Left Protector, I know you are here, come out."

As his voice fell, a thin, haggard man in black appeared quietly like a ghost. He glanced at the fourth prince and said indifferently:

"Sir, your actions this time are not appropriate. Not only did you fail to achieve the expected purpose, but you also exposed our Divine Religion.

This protector will report this matter to the Lord of the Religion truthfully, and I hope that Sir Saint Son will not blame me."

The left protector did not take the fourth prince too seriously. After all, as a supreme grandmaster, his strength is extraordinary.

In his opinion, the Fourth Prince was only a Holy Son, and had not yet truly inherited the position of the leader, so he was not worthy of his flattery.

The Fourth Prince's face darkened when he heard this, and he also knew that he had no reason to refute it, so he could only grit his teeth and say angrily:

"It's all that bitch's fault. If she hadn't interfered, I would have accomplished my goal long ago. She dared to ruin my plan for that position!"

The Divine Religion had a Holy Son and a Holy Daughter, both of whom were calculated to be able to bear the blood of God.

But there was only one person who could inherit the blood of God, so the two were naturally in a competitive relationship.

The Fourth Prince naturally felt that it was the Holy Daughter who ruined his plan.

The Left Protector did not speak, after all, these things required evidence, and if you had evidence, then bring it out.

If there was no evidence, it didn't matter whether it was done by someone else, even if it was, it was just that someone else did it well.

The Divine Religion didn't have so many rules, and conspiracy and combat power were just strengths on the road to becoming a god.

"If the Holy Son has nothing else to do, I will report it." The left protector threw down this sentence, not caring about the ugly face of the fourth prince, and disappeared in a flash.

The fourth prince stood alone in the study for a long time before slowly exhaling a foul breath, looking lonely and helpless.

"Now that Tiehu is dead, in order to prevent that bitch from sending people to assassinate him, it seems that we can only find some guards from those families." He muttered to himself.

The fourth prince's situation at the moment is quite embarrassing. He originally wanted to rely on his status as a prince to deal with the court and the Divine Religion, first seek the highest position in the Divine Religion, and then use it as a springboard to compete for the throne.

But now the people on both sides want to kill him, which is not a good thing.

Although those families joined the Demon Religion and used magic skills to create several grandmasters, their combat power is no match for Tiehu.

Whether he was discovered to be the Holy Son of the Divine Religion, or that bitch assassinated him, he was in great danger, and it seemed that he had reached a dead end.

Just as he was thinking, a feather suddenly appeared in his study.

"Who is it!" The fourth prince roared in fear, and his nerves were instantly tense.

His cultivation was actually not low. He showed his innate realm in front of outsiders, but he was actually practicing magic in secret and had reached the master level.

But he didn't notice the person who came at all, so this person must be a great master with extremely high attainments in light skills, or a supreme great master.

After a brief panic, the fourth prince forced himself to calm down.

He thought to himself that since the other party didn't take his life directly, he must have another purpose.

Looking at the feather on the table, he suddenly found that the seemingly light feather was like a hidden weapon, nailed into the table obliquely, and the force was just right.

On the feather, a line of small words came into view: "It is known that Your Highness is a member of the Demon Sect. Please gather at the temple outside the city. Quicksand."

The Fourth Prince's eyes condensed. He had never heard of Quicksand, but judging from the master level of the messenger.

This so-called Quicksand is very strong.Then why did they invite me? Of course, it was for cooperation?

The fourth prince hesitated, and finally made up his mind. He still had the blood of God in his hand. If those people had other ideas, he would kill them all.

He had to go because he didn't know how deep the relationship between him and the Demon Cult was.

If this information was given to his brothers or his father, he would probably not be able to survive.

Finally, the fourth prince gritted his teeth and made up his mind.

He reached out and picked up the long sword, took a hat and put it on, covering most of his face, and then quietly slipped out of the back door of the mansion and rushed to the designated temple outside the capital.

Soon, he arrived at the temple, and at this moment, the originally deserted temple had a hint of murderous aura, as if countless pairs of eyes were peeping in the dark, which made his back cold.

When he stepped into the temple, he saw the white-haired man standing in front of the Buddha statue at a glance.

This man exudes an innate strong aura that cannot be ignored.

And there is also a strange giant sword that looks like a shark's tooth.

Behind the white-haired man, there is a man in feather clothes, with a cold look, looking at him calmly.

"Wei Zhuang." The white-haired man raised his head slightly, his eyes still staring at the Buddha statue in front of him, just spitting out these two words lightly, as a self-introduction.

He didn't seem to be in a hurry to say anything, just looking at it.

The fourth prince was a little anxious in his heart, and couldn't help but say: "I think you already know my identity, and there is no need to introduce it. I wonder what your purpose is in inviting me here?"

This is a little trick in negotiation, let the more anxious party speak, so that you can take the initiative.

Therefore, Wei Zhuang seemed to have not heard anything, and still stood there quietly, staring at a corner of the deserted temple. After a moment, he slowly spoke with a domineering tone: "Kill people."

He paused, turned his head to look at the fourth prince, and continued: "We are a killer organization in Liusha, and our purpose is naturally to kill people."

"Killer organization?" The fourth prince was stunned: "I am afraid I am ignorant, but I have never heard of the name of Liusha."

"If you have heard of it, then you are useless, right?

There are three major killer organizations in the world, and the most active one in Dajin is the Blood Evil Hall, I heard that it is a killer organization composed of various martial arts sects. "Wei Zhuang paused and said: "Now the world is about to change drastically, and we Liusha also want to take the first place. If you want to fight against the Blood Evil Hall, if you want to deal with the Blood Evil Hall of the martial arts, I am afraid that the Demon Cult, which is also the enemy of the martial arts, is the best choice. At the same time, you are a prince, and you can also give us a lot of help. I wonder if the fourth prince is willing to cooperate with us?" The fourth prince's eyes lit up when he heard it. The feather he got seemed to be the feather of the man behind Wei Zhuang. In other words, Wei Zhuang, as the leader, is probably stronger than the feather man. After all, this is a killer organization, not a college. Whoever is stronger will be the boss. In this case, this Liusha has at least two supreme grandmasters. As for himself, he just lacks combat power now. "Okay, then I don't know what you need?" The fourth prince said in a low voice. What he was thinking about was that he ignored himself when he was assassinated in Zuihualou. When the six assassins attacked him, if the supreme grandmaster behind Lao Liu had attacked, Tie Hu would not have died.

When I cooperate with Liu Sha in the future and seize the position of the Divine Religion, I will definitely cut Lao Liu into pieces to vent my hatred.

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