[Twenty-seven Princes embarked on a journey of millions of miles, all heading to the Northern Snowfield Lion Ridge]
[With this journey, no more news was heard]
[Twenty-seven Holy Lands were left leaderless, plunging into chaos]
[Each of the Nine Kingdoms lost three Princes, causing turmoil in the court]
[The remaining people of the Holy Lands were in a state of panic and organized an investigation team to go to Lion Ridge, only to find the snowfield stained red with royal blood, red snow fluttering like drifts, red ice vivid as crystal, and the bodies of the twenty-seven Princes scattered throughout Lion Ridge]
Hoo...
A cold wind blew again.
Bai Mo instinctively gathered his disciples into his arms and rubbed their chubby bellies, though he was inwardly shocked.
"Marquis... she didn't make this up, did she?
"The King Slaughter Faction wiped out twenty-seven Princes?"
His few fox disciples stood with their triangular ears perked.
"Ying?"
"Ao?"
King Slaughter Faction?
