The reason he had gone to such lengths to nag Wu Xiong and make him nod in agreement was, for one thing, because he wanted Wu Xiong's support. No matter how foolish he was, he knew that after serving as the Immortal Palace's Great Commander of External Affairs for so many years, Wu Xiong could not possibly lack forces in the Underworld that he could draw upon. If that were truly the case, Wu Xiong could not have remained in that position for so long. He could only be called incompetent—why would the Immortal Emperor appoint a useless man as the Immortal Palace's Great Commander of External Affairs...
"Father-in-law, may you have a smooth journey. This son-in-law will not see you off!" Wu Xiong clasped his fists and bowed slightly, watching Mu Bing depart as a sneer curled across his lips.
With his wits, how could he fail to hear that Mu Bing's nagging was intended to borrow his power? Since Mu Bing was so eager, then he would grant his wish. In any case, he had merely offered a little verbal assistance and had not handed over any evidence that could be used against him. As for the Black Nether Army, even if something happened, it would not lead back to him. Besides, judging by Mu Bing's words and conduct just now, he had clearly prepared long ago. Perhaps he really might manage to slaughter Yue Qianchou.
What Wu Xiong did not know was that in the world of Yue Qianchou's previous life, there was an idiom called "discussing warfare on paper." When nothing was happening, one could boast endlessly and speak with a tongue like a rushing river, but once the real thing began, it was a completely different matter. If Mu Tianjiao had been present just now,