After barely stabilizing his body, the Duke of Netherworld looked shocked and said in a daze: "Who are you and why do you have such a powerful force?"

His mood is hard to express now. It is terrifying that a young man can easily shake him, a high-level Contra.

While frightened, he also felt very embarrassed. His dignified Duke of Netherworld was easily shocked by a junior in front of so many people. Where did he put his face?

The soldiers around were shocked to see this scene and opened their mouths wide, looking like they were terrifying.

"Go in and talk." Wang Chen did not answer the question of the Duke of Netherworld, but said indifferently. After that, he walked towards the mansion.

Zhu Zhuqing glanced at his father, said nothing, followed Wang Chen tightly. Hu Liena walked beside Wang Chen with a smile.

After seeing Wang Chen's terrifying strength, these soldiers showed horror on their faces. The sharp blade was still aimed at Wang Chen, but no one dared to attack Wang Chen. Not to mention taking action, they would not dare to stop him.

Wang Chen walked into the Duke's Mansion as if he had entered his own home.

The Duke of Netherworld looked extremely gloomy. Seeing someone else swaying into the Duke's Mansion made him feel very shameful.

"Call all the masters worshipped in the mansion to the main hall, and let the wife come to the main hall," Duke Netherworld ordered the old man beside him, his voice was cold and full of murderous intent. After saying that, he waved his sleeves angrily and walked towards the main hall.

Wang Chen, who was walking in front, moved his ears, raised his lips slightly, and showed a disdainful smile.

After the old man asked these soldiers to close the gate, he rushed to the outer courtyard in a hurry. The masters in the mansion lived in the outer courtyard.

In the hall, Wang Chen took Zhu Zhuqing and Hu Liena sat in the guest seat. After all, the Duke of Netherworld was Zhu Zhuqing's father. He still gave the other party some face and did not directly turn the guest and sit in the host seat.

The Duke of Netherworld looked at Wang Chen with fear, and sat in the main seat with a nervous mood. Looking at Wang Chen, who looked calm and without any nervousness, the Duke of Netherworld had a vague guess about Wang Chen's identity.

"Are you Wang Chen?" Duke Netherworld asked in an uncertain tone. With such a young age, he had such strength. All he could think of was Wang Chen, the Holy Son of the Martial Soul Palace.

Wang Chen smiled and joked: "It's me, the Duke doesn't seem very happy to see me, the Holy Son of the Martial Spirit Hall."

With Wang Chen's affirmation, the Duke of Netherworld's pupils shrank, his expression became even more ugly, and anger and murderous intent arose in his heart. It was him.

"Zhuqing, I wrote to you this time but asked you to come back alone, but you brought back the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall. Have you taken my words as wind in your ears?" The Duke of Netherworld said angrily, clenched his hands tightly and crushed the handrails on both sides.

The situation at this time made him unable to disguise himself anymore, and directly showed his nature and showed his harsh and indifferent side.

Faced with the scolding of the Duke of Netherworld, Zhu Zhuqing habitually lowered her head and did not dare to refute her father's words.

"Zhuqing, you don't have to be so afraid of him. Although he is your father, you can't scold you at will. You have to overcome your previous fear of him." Wang Chen held Zhu Zhuqing's hand and comforted softly.

From Zhu Zhuqing's attitude towards the Netherworld Duke, he could see that when Zhu Zhuqing was a child, the Netherworld Duke should have left a big shadow on her, which made her very afraid of her father and dared not refute her when facing the rebuke.

"Well" Zhu Zhuqing hesitated for a moment and nodded, constantly telling herself not to be afraid, not to be afraid.

"Father, is there anything wrong with asking me to come back?" Zhu Zhuqing did not respond to the scolding of the Netherworld, but asked about the Netherworld.

"You" the Duke of Netherworld stared at Zhu Zhuqing fiercely, and was very angry at Zhu Zhuqing's attitude.

"Duke of Netherworld, you should calm down. Although this is your territory, who has the final say, it depends on his strength." Wang Chen said coldly. As he spoke, a terrifying pressure was released, and the powerful energy made the air in the hall extremely dull.

After feeling the pressure, the Duke of Netherworld only felt something pressing on his chest, and it was a little difficult to breathe.

This pressure was only released for a moment and then restrained, and the deterrent effect had already been played.

After the pressure disappeared, the Duke of Netherworld breathed a sigh of relief, and the murderous intent flashed in his eyes when he looked at Wang Chen. In a moment, I will let you know what the price to pay for arrogance.

With a cold snorting, the Duke of Netherworld said lightly: "You are my daughter. Do I need a reason to ask you to come back?"

He calmed down by Wang Chen's shock. After thinking about it carefully, Wang Chen's arrival may not be a bad thing, but may be an opportunity.

Zhu Zhuqing couldn't help but sneer: "Father, although we haven't seen each other for many years, I still know your personality. If there is nothing, you will never write a letter to ask me to come back."

"Don't say that I asked me to come back because I missed me. Don't say that I don't believe me, you probably don't believe me." Zhu Zhuqing's words were full of sarcasm.

Her father has always ignored her, and the only connection between them is blood.

The Duke of Netherworld looked at Zhu Zhuqing coldly without refuting.

"The family relationship between Zhuqing seems to be worse than I thought," Wang Chen sighed in his heart. From the conversation between them, it is not difficult to see how cold the relationship between them is, and it is completely different from the state that father and daughter should have.

"Haha, I am worthy of being my daughter, I can see it thoroughly." After a moment of silence, the Duke of Netherworld suddenly smiled and praised, and there was a little more praise in his eyes when he looked at Zhu Zhuqing.

"I'm asking you back this time to have another purpose. I originally planned to find out the information in the Wuhun Hall from you."

"But now it seems that there is no need for that information. With the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall here, why do I need information? Haha," said the Duke of Netherworld very frankly.

His eyes when he looked at Wang Chen became hot. This was the holy son of the Spirit Hall. If he could capture him, it would be a great good thing for the Xingluo Empire. Are you afraid that they would not obey if you use him to threaten the Spirit Hall?

It can be said that capturing Wang Chen means that they have the initiative in war and it will be much easier to defeat the Spirit Hall.

Not only that, they can also use Wang Chen to do a lot of work, and perhaps use the Spirit Hall to destroy the Heavenly Dou Empire and the upper three sects.

At that time, the Xingluo Empire will send troops to destroy the Spirit Hall, and in this way, there will be only one country left on the continent, the Xingluo Empire!

If the Xingluo Empire unifies the continent, then he, the number one hero in the war, will also get unimaginable benefits. At that time, it will be nothing more than a talk.

Thinking of this, the Duke of Netherworld became excited and became very excited. His eyes looked at Wang Chen full of maliciousness.
Chapter completed!