But the middle-aged man following her...!

Damn it!!

It's him!

Su Mu's heart couldn't help but twitch violently.

He knows that some things will always come when they are supposed to come.

The master of Huaiyuantang, the eldest son of the second generation of the Hongwu Zhu family, Zhu Youchun, who had just returned to Yongle Hall, was like a pug, hunched over and lowered his head, respectfully following... Ji Lengyu.

This scene shocked the world.

Gao Rufeng Qingxuan and others are not qualified to know.

But Zhu Youchun’s identity...!

It can be said that as the number one family in the Eastern world, the Hongwu Zhu family is the loudest and loudest sign in the recognition of aristocratic families, wealthy families, sects, and super organizations.

If there is anyone who can compare with it, it can only be the first family in the Western world, the Habsburg family.

Isn’t the status of the Hongwu and Zhu family high enough?

high.

But this kind of height can be looked up at, seen, and touched.

It is precisely because of this that it is even more shocking.

You talk about the gods in the sky, can you really see them?

But you can see the Hongwu Zhu family.

Different from the four major clans, and even different from sects and super organizations, it is the Hongwu Zhu family that is known to everyone from upper to lower classes.

Su Mu knew that his father-in-law had launched his so-called defection plan.

In other words, the people behind him allowed him to launch this plan at this critical moment.

The purpose is self-evident.

A fatal blow to China.

So what if China wins this game?

The Zhu family of Hongwu defected.

This is another tsunami no less than losing a duel.

Su Mu knows, but others don't.

Jiang Wangshu was going crazy.

Similarly, Feng Qingxuan's face also became extremely gloomy and ugly.

Feng Wuchen and Feng Zinan were not much better either.

The three sons of God were not looking at Ji Lengyu, but the four people following Ji Lengyu.

Two men and two women.

That's...!

Feng Qingxuan's heart couldn't help but tremble violently.

Two men are wearing black clothes, and two women are wearing white clothes.

They all wore a bloody cloak on their backs.

The clothes they wore were somewhat similar to some kind of metal armor. No matter whether they were black or white, they all gave off a lusterless, dead aura.

Not even a single hair on their bodies was exposed.

There is even a helmet on the head, but the face is extremely smooth and has no facial features.

But if you glance at the other person, you can always feel that the mask without facial features will make your body and soul feel cold.

Feng Qingxuan and others suddenly shivered.

As long as the blood descendants came out, they all lowered their heads subconsciously and gritted their teeth.

There are even low-status people who keep making gurgling sounds.

That's scary.

"Precept...discipline envoy."

Deep in Feng Qingxuan's throat, three words filled with cold air floated out with difficulty.

Whether it's the Hall of Valor, the Temple, or the Blood Society, they all belong to different groups.

Who is the scariest?

Not the elders, not the master of the Hall of Valor, not the high priest of the temple.

But...!

Discipline envoy.

The best of all can be used on Discipline Users.

The most terrifying.

The greatest privilege.

The highest status.

The most...frightening thing...!

Master of Discipline.

Damn it.
Chapter completed!