"Not bad!"
Miao Fang nodded and said, "However, quite a few powerhouses under the Undead Royal Family have received this information. Capturing Wang Qianchi alive will not be easy!"
"Could this be a trap laid by the Lost Soul Clan?"
Lu Ren asked.
"Probably not. They would not risk Wang Qianchi. He is the Lost Soul Clan's only legitimate bloodline. He was lost outside for hundreds of years and only recently recovered. If he dies, no one who wishes to ascend to the position of Lost Soul Clan Leader will gain recognition!"
Miao Fang said.
In the Undead Realm, royal bloodlines were deeply entrenched. No matter how powerful you were, if you did not possess royal blood, you could not become the clan leader!
And Wang Qianchi possessed the Lost Soul Clan's most legitimate royal bloodline. Even if he were a useless wastrel, he could still become clan leader.
"Mm!"
Lu Ren nodded.
Before long, Lu Ren followed Miao Fang and Xuan Yi down into a city.
At that moment, dozens of figures floated above the city, all martial artists at the seventh level of the Divine Venerable Realm or above.
Their gazes were all fixed on a great hall.
"It seems we came too late. So many people got here ahead of us!"
Miao Fang frowned.
"Sister Miao Fang, is Wang Qianchi here?"
Lu Ren asked.
"The Lost Soul Clan's experts secretly escorted Wang Qianchi and split into two groups. This is one of those groups!"
Miao Fang said.
"Hahaha, our Young Tribe Leader is inside this hall. Whoever dares to come in, come in!"
Suddenly, laughter rang out from within the great hall.
As soon as those words fell, the martial artists floating around the hall all revealed wary expressions. They feared that Wang Qianchi was not inside