Chapter 12 Yang Wudi surrenders!
Damn it!
The black-clothed Soul Saint Anhui is unlucky.
Yang Wudi is troublesome enough, but now a group of strong men have arrived.
"withdraw!"
The soul saint in black was also decisive and left immediately with the people.
Seeing this, Richard breathed a sigh of relief and came not far from Yang Wudi, carefully observing Yang Wudi's condition.
"Who are you?" Richard asked calmly, and at the same time, he felt familiar with Yang Wudi's martial spirit.
"I am the leader of the Xiapo clan, Yang Wudi! Thank you all for your generous help!"
Yang Wudi was wielding the soul-breaking gun. Although his face was pale, his eyes were still bright.
"It turns out he is the leader of the Broken Clan!" Richard was slightly surprised, then nodded thoughtfully.
Ever since Tang Hao of the Haotian Sect killed the Pope of the Wuhun Palace, the Wuhun Palace had launched an attack on the Haotian Sect.
The first to bear the brunt are the four major affiliated families of the Haotian Sect.
Destroy the clan!
The Imperial Clan!
The sensitive clan!
The powerful clan!
But no one expected that the Haotian Sect would suddenly announce that the mountain gate would be closed, regardless of the safety of the four major families, and they would not be able to leave the world.
This puts the four major families in deep crisis, without assistance, and with countless casualties!
Among them, the Shupo clan is the most tragic!
The Haotian Sect and the four major families are originally within the territory of Xingluo.
It was normal for Richard to meet the remnants of the Broken Clan here.
"Clan Chief Yang, nice to meet you! I'm at Xingluo Royal Academy, Richard!" Richard said with cupped hands.
"Turns out he is a friend from Xingluo Royal Academy." Yang Wudi's eyes were slightly wary.
"Yang Wudi has recorded today's kindness! Yang Wudi will definitely repay you in the future!" Yang Wudi cupped his hands and said, "Farewell."
Yang Wudi turned around and wanted to leave.
When Richard saw this, he had no intention of stopping him.
At this moment, Yang Wudi suddenly knelt on the ground with a look of pain on his face.
"We can let the large army follow. By the way, let the healing soul master in the team come over." Richard ordered.
"Sir, do you need to inform His Highness?" someone said.
"It should be." Richard waved his hand.
Not much time.
The motorcade arrived slowly.
Everyone was shocked when they saw the tragic scenes around them.
"Your Highness, it is Wuhun Palace who is hunting down the leader of the Po Zhi clan, Yang Wudi." Richard said softly.
"Yang Wudi?" Dai Yao's eyes lit up, "Take me to see him!"
After a slight hesitation, Richard nodded.
"Zhuyun, wait here for a while." Dai Yao rubbed Zhu Zhuyun's hair.
"Yao, pay attention to safety." Zhu Zhuyun said worriedly.
"Don't worry." Dai Yao smiled and nodded.
After a while.
Dai Yao looked at Yang Wudi who was being treated, and stepped forward to look at him with interest.
Yang Wudi woke up gracefully, and was slightly stunned when a seven or eight-year-old child came into view.
"Who are you?"
"Clan Chief Yang, this is the eldest prince of our Star Luo Empire, Dai Yao!" Richard said with a smile.
"It turns out to be His Highness the First Prince!" Yang Wudi looked slightly shocked.
In this era...
Imperial power is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people!
“I’ve heard about the name of Patriarch Yang for a long time, and the Soul-Breaking Gun’s martial spirit is even more famous all over the world. Today, when I see it, it is indeed well-deserved!” Dai Yao praised without hesitation.
A soul saint was actually able to fight back under the siege of more than a dozen strong men...
Tsk tsk!
"Your Highness has given you too much praise. Now, our broken clan has ended up like a lost dog and is on the run." Yang Wudi said bitterly.
Yang Wudi couldn't help but get wet at the corners of his eyes when he thought of the hundreds of dead members of his tribe.
"If Chief Yang is willing, he can lead the remaining clan members to Xingluo City for temporary refuge." Dai Yao said with a smile.
It would be a great thing to recruit talents like Yang Wudi!
The soul-breaking gun Wuhun ranks third in mainland China in terms of attack power alone!
Second only to the Seven Killing Sword and the Clear Sky Hammer, its power is extraordinary!
When Yang Wudi heard this, he was a little stunned.
"this……"
"Don't refuse in a hurry, think about it first." Dai Yao smiled lightly. After explaining a few words, he turned and left.
Yang Wudi thought carefully for a long time and made a decision in his heart.
The convoy set off slowly.
Three days later.
Dai Yao led Zhu Zhuyun out of the carriage and walked into Xingluo Royal Academy.
"Your Highness, you are back."
As soon as Dai Yao returned to his residence, Yang Mingxin and Dong Hui came to the door.
"Your Highness, you didn't know how to tell us when you went to Wuhun Hall." Yang Mingxin said weakly.
Dong Hui also lowered her gaze and remained silent.
"You are still too young. Let's go together in the next session." Dai Yao comforted.
"You two guys, do you still take me seriously?" Zhu Zhuyun said dissatisfied.
This is too blatant!
Stealing a man in front of the mistress!
Is there any royal law, is there any heavenly principle?
Yang Mingxin and Dong Hui looked at each other and came behind Zhu Zhuyun, pinching their shoulders and rubbing their legs.
"Sister Zhuyun, we know we were wrong, don't be angry." Yang Mingxin said softly.
"Sister Zhuyun, is your strength okay?" Dong Hui asked.
Zhu Zhuyun nodded lightly.
That's pretty much it!
Dai Yao saw this from the side and shook his head helplessly.
…
at the same time.
When Davis learned that Dai Yao had returned and that Zhu Zhuyun was by his side, he punched the table in anger.
"No wonder I can't find anyone!"
"It turns out we are together in Wuhun City!"
"hateful!"
He finally gave an order to Dai Tianyang to let Dai Yao temporarily leave Xingluo City to create opportunities for himself and Zhu Zhuyun.
Unexpectedly...
Can I just give up on Zhu Zhuyun and let Dai Yao continue to be proud and unrestrained...
…
This day.
In front of the gate of Xingluo City.
Yang Wudi walked into Xingluo City with the remaining Baihao people of the Po clan.
After settling these people, Yang Wudi came outside Xingluo Royal Academy.
"Hello, is His Royal Highness the eldest prince here?" Yang Wudi stopped a teacher and asked.
"Who are you?" The teacher looked at Yang Wudi and asked.
"I have been invited by His Highness the First Prince, and I have come here especially." Yang Yang Wudi said with his fists raised, and at the same time seven soul rings rose up from his feet.
"Hun... Soul Saint?!" The teacher was shocked.
"Senior, His Royal Highness the First Prince is indeed in the academy. However, you are not from our Xingluo Royal Academy, so you cannot enter the academy at will."
"Then please let me know that Yang Wudi is here." Yang Wudi said with cupped hands.
…
now.
Dai Yao is fighting souls in the soul fighting arena.
After learning that Yang Wudi was looking for him, he knocked the enemy off the soul fighting platform with one punch and left the soul fighting arena.
"Yao, are Yang Wudi ready to seek refuge with you?" Zhu Zhuyun asked with a beaming face.
"Maybe." Dai Yao smiled slightly.
Next to them, Dong Hui and Yang Mingxin looked confused, not knowing what was happening.
After a while.
Dai Yao saw Yang Wudi waiting in the living room, and there was a teacher from the college talking to him.
Yin Xiong, the vice president of the college, moved his eyes slightly, stood up and said with a smile:
"Clan Chief Yang, your highness is here."
(End of chapter)