Xu Zimo followed the others into Zhou City.
The moment he entered, he felt something of "wine and meat rotting behind vermilion gates, frozen bones lying by the roadside."
Zhou City was not merely the imperial palace; even the city outside had been built with utmost splendor.
On both sides stood stretches of white brick walls, their bricks forged from special materials.
Enormous pearls and gemstones adorned the upper sections.
Whenever night fell, the light emitted by these gemstones illuminated the entire city.
And the Zhou Family had no fear of anyone stealing them.
As the Lineage of the Fan Mo Great Emperor, others could not fawn over them fast enough, much less dare offend them.
The Zhou Family was this overbearing.
After Xu Zimo entered the city, someone stepped forward and whispered a few words into Zhou Chang Geng's ear.
But with Xu Zimo's strength, he naturally heard every word clearly.
"Ambush and kill him before Xuanwu Gate!"
Zhou Chang Geng's expression changed. In the end, he turned and glanced at Xu Zimo.
Only after discovering that Xu Zimo showed no unusual reaction did he nod with difficulty.
He knew Xu Zimo's strength.
If the ambush failed, he did not know whether the Zhou Family would suffer disaster, but he himself would certainly be the first to die.
After all, he was the closest to Xu Zimo. If Xu Zimo flew into a rage, he would very likely be the first one killed.
But as a member of the Zhou Family, from a certain perspective, he had no choice.
Sacrificing himself for the Lineage was not impossible.
Xu Zimo could not be bothered with these ants.
Other than the Fan Mo Great Emperor, everyone else in the entire Zhou Kingdom could be wiped out with a wave of