Xuanhuan: Unparalleled Prince, Conquer the Heavens!

Chapter 113
The news of the army's retreat quickly spread back to the Sacred Fire Cult, which caused a huge shock. Although they all knew that the defeat would only happen sooner or later, they still found it difficult to accept it after hearing it.

"Millions of troops have persisted for less than a day, and there is no army to stop them. What should the Holy Fire Cult do?"

Under the darkness of night, in the splendid palace, Duan Yonghui dispersed all his followers and sat slumped on the ground against the wall, his eyes dull and his whole body without any strength.

What should he do?
In the final analysis, he is just an inexperienced teenager. Although he has been dubbed the Tianjiao since he was a child, he is still at a loss when encountering major difficulties.

"By the way, find Han Yuquan and ask him to ask the Wuchang Mansion to take action. Only in this way can the Sacred Fire Cult be saved!"

After thinking for a while, Duan Yonghui stood up and hurriedly shouted: "Come here, pass on Han Yuquan!"

Speaking of this, he hesitated for a moment, and said in a low voice: "Forget it, I'll go to meet in person, as long as I can keep the Holy Fire Cult, what's the shame?"

A pope, meet his subordinates in person!

This is not just a matter of shame, but a matter of trampling his dignity on the ground.

Even during this period of time, the power of the Sacred Fire Cult was controlled by Han Yuquan, but in front of outsiders, he still tried his best to maintain the majesty of the Pope and retain the last arrogance.

Outside the palace, there were a few guards standing. After hearing Duan Yonghui's words, their expressions were filled with sadness. How could His Majesty the Pope be so humble?

They are Duan Yonghui's last subordinates!

He is also the last loyal subject of the Sacred Fire Cult!
A few minutes later, Duan Yonghui led the guards and walked to Han Yuquan's residence. This is a palace complex with magnificent construction and an area only a little smaller than the Pope's Palace.

"His Majesty the Pope is here!"

Walking to the front of the hall, a guard shouted loudly.

"Master has an order, no one will be seen, you go back!"

In front of the vermilion gate, ten guards standing guard said indifferently, without any respect on their faces, it seemed that it was not the Pope who came, but a lowly and inferior person.

"Bold, dare to stop His Majesty the Pope, do you want to rebel?"

The guard roared angrily, his eyes were red, and the murderous aura in his heart couldn't stop spreading.

"court death!"

The faces of the ten guards sank, a terrifying aura erupted, and the void rippled, as if a terrifying attack shuttled through.

boom!
A bang!
The guard standing beside Duan Yonghui exploded into blood mist.

Blood and flesh and blood splattered on Duan Yonghui's face, causing his face to change constantly, turning red for a while, pale for a while, and livid for a while!
Too much deception, too much deception!

A few dogs raised by Han Yuquan dared to kill people in front of him, showing off their might on his head!
“good good”

Duan Yonghui said three "yes" in his heart in a row, squinted his eyes, took a deep look at the gate of Huahua Palace, turned and left, walking firmly, as if he had made a decision that he had hesitated for a long time.

After leaving Han Yuquan's mansion, he did not go back to the Pope's palace, but went to the mountain beside the holy city.

On the Xiongshan Mountain, there is a narrow path, like a road leading straight into the sky, covered by thick white clouds, it is very hidden.

"Han Yuquan, since you dare to insult me, let's die together!"

Standing at the foot of the mountain, Duan Yonghui hesitated for a moment, clenched his fists, took big strides, and walked along the path to the top of the mountain. After a while, his figure was covered by white clouds.

Along the way, there are guards checking everywhere, and mysterious strong men watching!
Fortunately, Duan Yonghui's lingering prestige is still there, and ordinary people dare not stop him. Although he lost his tongue, he finally climbed the mountain smoothly.

In the next breath, the world in front of him suddenly changed, a platform appeared, the middle was hollowed out, there was blood in it, and there were dried up corpses everywhere.

"Pope, what are you doing here?"

A man in black robe sitting on the ground opened his eyes and looked at Duan Yonghui warily.

He is the elder of Wuchang Mansion and was sent to guard the blood pool.

"Senior, I'll come over to see how much blood is missing. After I go back, I'll send some blood food over!"

Duan Yonghui cupped his hands, lowered his head and said.

"Then look!"

The elder of the Wuchang Mansion nodded, without any doubts, and closed his eyes to practice again.

It's normal for him not to doubt it. After all, Duan Yonghui has single-handedly managed this blood pool from its construction to its current size, and the Impermanence Mansion also controls the latter's life.

Duan Yonghui cupped his hands again and walked towards the blood pond.

No one noticed that there were six 'Thunderbolt Beads' hidden in his sleeve, flashing electric arcs.

Thunderbolt beads are a kind of man-made treasure. During thunderstorms, they use arrays to collect falling thunder and seal them in special beads. Users only need to crush them to control the thunder.

"Let's perish together!"

With eyes full of madness, Duan Yonghui crushed the six 'Thunder Explosion Beads' with force with both hands, and the berserk breath gushed out, forming six thunderbolts all over his body.

Each sky thunder is tens of feet long, as thick as a bucket, shining with dazzling brilliance, piercing through endless blood!
"What are you going to do?"

The elder of the Impermanence Mansion, who had just started cultivating, sensed the violent energy, opened his eyes, and shouted in shock, although the power of the sky thunder could not pose a threat to him, but at this moment, he did not dare to move at all.

Once he made a shot, the aftermath destroyed the blood pool, even if he had ten lives, it would not be enough to kill him!

"Haha, what do I want to do? Then you should ask Han Yuquan!"

Duan Yonghui laughed and threw the six thunderbolts into the pool of blood, like thunder dragons running across the sky.

boom!
With a loud bang!
Accompanied by the desperate eyes of the elders of Wuchangfu!

The blood pool was pierced through, sealing the majestic energy in it, forming a blood column that shot straight into the sky, and the overwhelming evil energy permeated all around, shaking the sky for hundreds of miles.

From a distance, you can see that the world is turning red.

"This is."

In the Dali Courtyard, Han Yuquan reclined on the rocking chair, enjoying himself leisurely. He was intoxicated by the days of monopolizing power.

Suddenly, seeing the towering pillar of blood, he immediately lifted his spirits and jumped up from the chair, completely dazed.

If I remember correctly, that direction is the blood pool!
"Duan Yonghui, I'm going to kill you!"

Dazed for a while, Han Yuquan came to his senses and flew into the sky, turning into a streamer of light, and flew towards the blood pool.

He probably guessed that Duan Yonghui destroyed the blood pool in order to avenge the guard for killing his subordinates.

To be precise, it was for revenge on him!
This was exactly what he was worried about. If the blood pond was destroyed because of him, and the ancestor was furious, he would definitely die and become a shame to the sect.

After more than ten breaths, Han Yuquan landed in the mountain hall, looking at the blood pool that had lost all energy, his face was pale.

A few zhang away, the elders of the Wuchang Mansion guarding this place were also pale and bloodless.

"You lunatic!"

Han Yuquan roared hoarsely.

Finished!

It's all over!

"You forced me to do this! Impermanence Palace also forced me to do this!"

Duan Yonghui sat by the blood pool, his whole body was stained red with blood, like a blood man, he said calmly.

But his eyes are extremely bright
(End of this chapter)