Wow, the husband I kidnapped is not a human

Chapter 334 The Revenge Game Begins

Zhan Muting, Hai Qingqing, and He Zhiqiu stood up at the same time, looked at each other solemnly, and then flew out of the study at the same time.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the three of them arrived at the scene of the accident.

At the scene, other people from the three holy places had already arrived.

"What's going on?" Hai Qingqing asked with a serious face.

"It's Xia Dong, Xia Dong... dead." A middle-aged woman in a red robe looked at Hai Qingqing and whispered.

Hai Qingqing's expression became even uglier when she heard this.

Xia Dong is a saint belonging to their Dream Valley.

Hai Qingqing walked into the room and saw Xia Dong lying on her back with a distorted face on the floor opposite the door. Blood was slowly flowing from her mouth, and the sword in her left hand was not unsheathed at all.

Hai Qingqing closed her eyes in grief, and after a while she asked, "Who was the first to arrive at the scene? Come out and answer."

A middle-aged woman in a red robe walked out from the crowd with a sad expression.

"What was Xia Dong like when you came?" Hai Qingqing asked in a suppressed voice, "What did you find?"

"This was a perfect assassination." The red-robed woman answered with a look of grief and fear: "Xia Dong and I lived only separated by a wall, but I didn't hear any movement or find anything unusual before. It was not until Xia Dong screamed that I knew something was wrong.

It would never take me more than half a breath to get here, but when I arrived, Xia Dong... Xia Dong was already like this."

The middle-aged woman in red robe said this with her eyes twitching unconsciously, and it was obvious that she was frightened by her own words.

Not only her, but every saint present also felt insecure.

The assassin was killing a saint, but the other saint on the other side of the wall was totally unaware. Doesn't this mean that as long as that person wanted to, he could assassinate any saint without anyone noticing? !

Moreover, Xia Dong never had the chance to draw his weapon from beginning to end. How fast must that man be and how strong must he be?

Everyone present gasped.

"The murderer is so powerful, so she shouldn't let Xia Dong scream. Why did she do this?" He Zhiqiu suddenly asked a strange question.

"What's so strange about this?" Zhan Muting snorted coldly and said, "The other party is demonstrating to us."

"Demonstration?" Everyone was puzzled.

"Do you mean to say that the other party deliberately made Xia Dong scream?" He Zhiqiu asked with a frown.

"Yes." Zhan Muting said coldly: "I think her intention is to inform us that she has already started to act, so that we can be prepared and strengthen our defenses to make this battle more exciting."

"That's unreasonable!"

"What an arrogant thief!"

Everyone was furious at Zhan Muting's words.

"The bigger the fist, the more powerful the truth. The other party has every right to shout at us." He Zhiqiu said with a gloomy face: "From now on, we will just be more vigilant."

As he spoke, He Zhiqiu looked at Zhan Muting with a half-smile, and said, "Zhan Shengzun, I think the assassin this time might be targeting you. Do you still remember Jun Fuyao's master? In this world, apart from Jun Fuyao's master, I really can't think of anyone else who has such a powerful sneak attack method. That day, you sneak attacked Jun Fuyao in the Forest of Beasts, and she...maybe she wants to retaliate."

After she said this, everyone remembered this and felt that what He Zhiqiu said made sense.

“But didn’t the Immortal with Wise Eyes say that Jun Fuyao is not dead? He saw Jun Fuyao appearing and disappearing in Chrysanthemum City with his own eyes.” Hai Qingqing murmured.

"With Jun Fuyao's meager strength, she was almost hit by my full-strength palm that day, how could she not die? And... he, he had never seen Jun Fuyao before, so he just said it was true." Zhan Muting said unhappily.

Zhan Muting directly called the Immortal Master of Wisdom Eyes "him", which showed that she was extremely not afraid of him.

"The Immortal is highly respected and upright. I don't think the news... is false." Hai Qingqing said uncertainly.

"Humph, a man's kindness should never be shown; a man's words should never be listened to!" Zhan Muting tossed her sleeves and said, "Unless Jun Fuyao really appears in front of me alive, otherwise, I will never believe that she is still alive."

When the others saw her like this, they looked at each other and didn't continue the topic.

"Send two people to properly place Xia Dong's body, and let her return to her roots when she returns. Everyone, step up your alert from now on. The opponent we need to face this time should not be underestimated." Hai Qingqing instructed.

"Yes." Everyone answered in unison.

As the night deepened, the wind... seemed to grow stronger...

……

"Fuyao, you clearly have the ability to kill Xia Dong silently with a single sword strike, so why did you deliberately make her scream and alert others?" Di Yanqing frowned and asked in confusion.

"Of course, this is to inform the people from the three holy places that my revenge game has begun. I will make them stay on high alert all day long, and not even dare to relax when sleeping. I will wear them down to death." Jun Fuyao smiled and continued:

"At the same time, I also want to tell someone that I have already started to act. Hurry up and cooperate with me, otherwise you won't even be able to drink the soup."

"Someone? Is it the Nine Nether Witch?" Di Yanqing asked.

"Well, although our strength has improved a lot now, why not use the free thugs? I wouldn't mind if I had ten or eight such people." Jun Fuyao said with a smile.

"Only you can use the Nine Nether Witch as a free thug." Di Yanqing was angry and amused...

……

The night deepened little by little, and just before dawn, a thunderous pressure so terrifying that it made everyone's scalp tingle came down over Chrysanthemum City.

This thunder tribulation is so huge that even the Nine Nether Witch would be frightened, let alone other warriors.

While everyone else was in shock, amazed and nervous, Jun Fuyao and Di Yanqing were leisurely leaning against each other on a big tree not far from the Chen family, counting the number of thunder tribulations in the sky together.

"...Nineteen...Thirty-five...Seventy-seven...Ninety-nine. No, this number is wrong!" Jun Fuyao, who was lying on Di Yanqing's thigh, sat up and said indignantly:

“We were promoted from the fourth level of Venerable to the third level of Saint Venerable. The two of us combined have only broken through sixteen times at most. Even if it doubles, there should be thirty-two thunder tribulations. But now there are ninety-nine in the sky, more than three times more!

What does this mean? Are you bullying me? Did this thief learn math from his physical education teacher? "

Di Yanqing smiled mischievously and said, "How about... you go up and argue with it?"