Three Days Later, I'll Say I'm Level 46

Hearing Xiao Luo's words, Nan Feng was not surprised.

He had guessed from the start that the dead envoys had been killed by their own people.

"But what I don't understand is why Long Wudi said they had to find the culprit within three days?" Xiao Luo sounded puzzled. "They killed the victims themselves, so they definitely won't admit it. Does Long Wudi want to find a few scapegoats?"

"Who knows?" Nan Feng shrugged. "At worst, we fight. I'm already level 46. As long as the Emperor doesn't show up, I can kill anyone here whenever I want."

Xiao Luo nodded. "True. This bunch of envoys can't stir up much trouble. Let's go to the City Lord's Mansion and see if they need any help."

After saying that, the two flashed away and flew toward the City Lord's Mansion.

In the room below the inn, An Kang, Qian You, Wu Ling, and the others all wore grave expressions.

"That voice just now sounded like Nan Feng?" Qian You's face was full of disbelief. "He said he's already level 46? How is that possible?"

Wu Ling toyed with her bracelet and snorted softly. "He must know we can hear him. He's deliberately trying to scare us."

"Not necessarily." An Kang spoke in a low voice. "The battle in Wu Hai City some time ago ended with the Zhao Family's destruction. I heard that the Zhao Family Old Ancestor had broken through to level 46 at the very end, yet he still died. That means there is a very high chance that the Chosen Ones already have a level 46 expert!"

"If they really have a level 46 expert, aren't we courting death by playing these little tricks?" Qian You began to falter. "Even if they don't have a level 46 expert,