After the Great Dao Died

Chen Lingxi pondered briefly. This man is surnamed Xiao. His blood-qi cultivation is extraordinary, and he intends to assassinate the Crown Prince—a treasonous act. He is highly likely connected to Xiao Changlv.

He looked up, his gaze falling upon Xiao Zhushan's cold, hard face. "Do you have a grudge against the Crown Prince?"

Xiao Zhushan sat upright on the bluestone. A deep, chilling glint flashed through his calm eyes.

"The Crown Prince practices a demonic art," he said, his voice low and hoarse, like a blade ground against coarse sand. Every word carried a biting chill. "He once slaughtered innocent commoners on a massive scale on the capital's outskirts. Naturally, he deserves to die."

Chen Lingxi thought for a moment before asking, "When do you plan to strike?"

"Anytime, so long as a good opportunity presents itself." Xiao Zhushan's eyes suddenly lit up. "This demonic Crown Prince goes everywhere hosting beast-fighting banquets. There will be plenty of chances."

He paused. A faint trace of wariness flickered in his quiet eyes, and he lowered his voice. "However, the imperial palace is teeming with monsters. I tried to kill him once before, but an evil entity intervened."

His tone grew even more solemn. "When we make our move, I will hold off the evil entities. I will find you a peerless divine weapon, and you will be the one to strike him down!"

Chen Lingxi's heart stirred.