"Boy! Let go of the young master!" the leading white-haired old man shouted sternly.

Jiang Siming led Tang Yuehua and Qian Renxue slowly towards Sword Douluo and the others.

"If you want her to live, don't overestimate your own strength." Jiang Siming threatened in a deep voice.

The masters of Wuhun Palace had different expressions. If something happened to Qian Renxue, even if they were titled Douluo, they would definitely not be able to escape death.

After all, Qian Renxue is the last fire of the angel clan, and Qian Daoliu attaches great importance to Qian Renxue.

"Yuehua!" Tang Hao looked at Tang Yuehua behind Jiang Siming, with shock and anger in his eyes.

"Second brother!" Tang Yuehua rushed into Tang Hao's arms and finally couldn't help crying.

Arriving at Sword Douluo's side, Jiang Siming finally felt confident.

After all, there are many masters on the other side. If he really rushes forward regardless of everything, Jiang Siming may not dare to attack Qian Renxue.

After all, Jiang Siming still has a lot of worries on this continent. With Jiang Siming's current strength, he is still unable to withstand the crazy anger of Bibi Dong and Qian Daoliu.

"Boy, what do you want? If you can let the young master go, I promise to let you leave safely!" the leading white-haired old man said coldly.

"Hand over the bullets!" Jiang Siming shouted loudly.

Qian Renxue, who was held by Jiang Siming at the waist, did not speak at this moment, her eyes were full of coldness.

The moment Qian Renxue saw Tang Hao, she gave up all risky measures in her heart, because she wanted to live and kill her father-killing enemy with her own hands.

The ten titled Douluo looked at each other. Their bottom line this time was to transport all the bullets back to Wuhun Palace. But now that Qian Renxue was kidnapped, it was hard to make a decision for a while.

"Boy! Do you really want to kill the fish and break the net?" the white-haired old man in the lead said coldly.

"You are not qualified to negotiate terms with me now!" The edge of the Juexian Sword got closer to Qian Renxue's neck, and the sword energy flowing around the body of the Juexian Sword became stronger and stronger.

"Wait!" one of the old men shouted hurriedly.

"Elder Bai! Think twice!"

The leading white-haired old man had a struggling expression on his face, as if he had made up his mind.

"Boy! Handle people with one hand and deliver the goods with the other!"

"No!" Jiang Siming refused without hesitation.

"Hand over the bullets first!"

"Boy, don't go too far!" The leading white-haired old man's face was extremely cold.

The scene fell into dead silence for a while.

The three peerless Douluo behind Jiang Siming are also in full formation at this moment, ready to deal with another battle at any time.

"You guys? Give me your stuff!" The white-haired old man in the lead finally compromised.

The white-haired old man looked at the ten soul guide rings in his eyes, clenched his fists unwillingly, and finally threw them at Jiang Siming.

Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo saw this and caught five rings respectively.

"Boy, let the young master go! My patience is limited!" The white-haired old man gritted his teeth and stared at Jiang Siming fiercely.

"Uncle Jian! Check the number. The Tiandou Imperial Family should have more bullets than the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect." Jiang Siming reminded Sword Douluo behind him.

Sword Douluo nodded when he heard this, and his mental power swept through the ten rings.

"no problem."

Jiang Siming nodded and turned to the group of Spirit Hall masters in front of him again.

Qian Renxue was useless at this moment. Jiang Siming could not really kill Qian Renxue, otherwise these old men would really have to fight hard.

Throwing Qian Renxue out of his waist, Jiang Siming quickly prepared for battle.

The white-haired old man hurried forward to catch Qian Renxue.

"Tang Hao, the hatred for killing my father is irreconcilable! I will personally take your head! Jiang Siming, when we meet, it will be your death! I don't care what grandpa's reasons are for not killing you, but you must die.

!" Qian Renxue, who was already exhausted, let out a heartbreaking cry.

"Come on! Take back the bullet!" the white-haired old man immediately ordered.

"Stop! Let's retreat!" Qian Renxue shouted loudly, stopping the masters of Wuhun Palace who wanted to take action.

"Young Master!"

"Don't you understand me?" Qian Renxue said coldly. The battle now is meaningless. Even if the bullets are captured, Wuhun Palace will suffer heavy losses.

The most valuable asset in Wuhun Palace is the soul master's wealth. Obviously in Qian Renxue's heart, bullets may be crucial, but they are definitely not as important as Titled Douluo.

"Yes!" The white-haired old man looked at Jiang Siming and others unwillingly.

However, at this moment, shouts filled the sky from all directions.

The heavily armed Tiandou Royal Knights passed through the ruins and surrounded everyone.

"Don't retreat yet!" Qian Renxue said sharply again.

The masters of Wuhun Palace can't care about so much at the moment, and a steady stream of Tian Dou Royal Knights are quickly gathering.

Even though they are all masters among soul masters, it is definitely not a wise move to have three peerless Douluo watching them and taking action forcefully.

Seeing the masters of Wuhun Palace retreating, Jiang Siming and others and the Tiandou Royal Knights did not stop them. At this moment, the goal has been achieved, and there is no need to pursue them.

The neatly arranged Tiandou Royal Knights slowly made way for a path, and a high-spirited general wearing armor strode out.

"Thank you all for helping me, the Tiandou Royal Family, to turn the situation around! If the avalanche happens again, I will kneel down and thank you all!" The general said as he knelt down on one knee, cupping his fists and bowing.

"Your Highness the Fourth Prince!" Sword Douluo looked at Xue Beng in front of him with some surprise, not at all like his usual arrogant and domineering self.

"Grandpa Jian, thank you for your help this time! I want to go into the palace quickly to see how my father is doing?" Xue Beng's expression was sincere, and he seemed to be showing his true feelings.

Everyone looked at each other, but didn't say anything. As for whether Xue Beng really cared about Emperor Xue Ye, or had other thoughts. Everyone couldn't care less, after all, the foreign trouble had been resolved.

Jiang Siming and the others can't take care of other people's family affairs that much.

The door of the bedroom slowly opened, and Tang San and Poison Douluo walked out of the door.

The two looked at the messy scene outside the palace and the countless Tiandou Royal Knights, and were in a daze for a moment.

However, the two of them reacted quickly and slowly walked down the steps.

Xue Beng Kendo and the two came out of the palace and hurriedly came forward and asked, "I wonder if my father is safe?"

Xue Beng's eyes were sincere, and his eyes were filled with mist.

If it were an ordinary family, people might really think that father and son have a deep love for each other.

But most of all, in the case of the Ruthless Emperor's family, Xue Beng's feelings were somewhat true, but no one dared to make random guesses.

"Your Highness, Fourth Prince, there is no need to worry! His Majesty is in good health! Thanks to little friend Tang San, he finally got through this disaster." Dugu Bo said with his hands in hand.

"That's good!" Xue Beng looked excited and said gratefully, "Thank you brother Tang San, please accept Xue Beng's respect!"

After saying that, he wanted to kneel down again, but Tang San helped him up.

"Your Highness, it doesn't have to be like this. Your Highness, I can be considered an old acquaintance." Tang San smiled meaningfully.
Chapter completed!