The Xiong State Imperial Clan

"Not chopping my head off?"

"No, we're not!"

"Master Wu Jin, if we really wanted to chop your head off, you couldn't possibly have escaped!"

"Exactly. Every one of us knows a thing or two about rapid shooting. At the height you were flying, a single arrow would have reached you!"

"If the Chanyu really wanted to kill you, he could have suppressed you while he was shouting. Why would he need anyone's help?"

Flying high through the air, Zhang Xuezhou felt a little dizzy.

He flapped his wings and flew higher. Only when the dizziness faded did he descend somewhat.

That helped Zhang Xuezhou puzzle a few things out.

Having suffered Wu Chao drawing on his strength with the Great Wilderness Creation Scripture for the second time, Zhang Xuezhou knew that Wu Chao must likewise have encountered something in the Golden Tent.

Perhaps it concerned him, or perhaps it concerned their demand for imperial cultivation resources.

To secure an adequate supply of imperial resources without being exposed and left with nowhere to turn, Wu Chao must have acted swiftly and decisively.

Such haste would inevitably carry risks, and he might even have had to face some necessary scrutiny.

The time Zhang Xuezhou spent dizzy was when Wu Chao was being scrutinized.

The time was short, but the matter would evidently be a great success.

With the intimidating effect of his cultivation realm removed, Wu Chao could not possibly slip up.

Zhang Xuezhou shouted several things from high in the air. Three burly men wearing golden crowns with eight feathers then emerged from the Golden Tent and called back to him.

"Where's my senior brother?" Zhang Xuezhou shouted.

"The Chanyu and the Yanshi are speaking with Luandi Daba. He'll be out in a little while!"

"Come down first!"

"Exactly.