"Yeah?"

Red Boy glanced sideways. It was a Yasha man, very ugly, with a sarcoma on his head, showing a sneer...

"The person you killed is from Potianhou!"

Following Ning Wuque, the two maids around Hongboer had already seen that they were not from the underworld and whispered, "There are four great hordes of heaven, second only to the king. Only the most powerful and bravest warriors of each tribe can be named Tianhou!"

In the underworld, in addition to the throne, there are four great heavenly marquis. These four great heavenly marquis were selected from countless Shura warriors. They may not be members of the royal family. As long as their strength is recognized by all tribes, they can be named Tianhou. The throne must be the royal family to take on it. But if Tianhou is also a royal family, then there is a great possibility that the next king will be the current Tianhou, just like the Tianhou of the Rakshasa Kingdom is the royal family, and it is very likely that the throne will be inherited.

The Shura clan's Potianhou is not a royal family, but an ordinary Shura clan member, but is strong in fact and has been named Tianhou. Now the birthday banquet is here, and the man Ning Wuque killed was the subordinate of Potianhou.

"Hehe, what a marquis of the sky, I will kill one, and two will kill one!" Hong Chi'er sneered and looked at the Yaksha man. The red tassel spear shot and stabbed the man like a flash of lightning.

"Little baby, don't talk too much, it will easily make your waist flicker!" A cold voice came, and the red tassel spear that Hongboy stabbed was held by a ** hand and allowed to pull it away, but it didn't move at all.

"Who are you?" Red Boy looked at the young man who suddenly appeared and became alert.

This is a not-tall Shura man with a horn on his head and a handsome face. He is not as ugly as the Shura, but he has a kind of momentum, which makes people feel like he sees a towering mountain.

"I am the Potianhou!" The young man smiled faintly, let go of his hand holding the Red Tassel Spear, and looked at Hongboer and Ning Wuque, "Red Boy, is Bull Demon King okay?"

Red Boy took back the Red Tassel Spear, no longer recklessly, looked up and down at the Potianhou, and finally smiled, "I know who you are! You are the one who fought with my father for my mother back then, but was broken by my father!"

Hearing the words of Red Boy, Potian Hou's eyes flashed with a cold light, and finally he smiled, "I've just been so kind and grudges. I heard that he's gone to the near future. It seems that I want to find a chance to send him off!"

"Is that true? Believe it or not, my dad can kill you with just one finger?" Hong Boer sneered. He is not afraid of losing or losing, and he is not afraid of his mouth.

"Haha, is that?" Potianhou laughed, with a vast aura swaying like a vast ocean, forcing the guests around to retreat. Potianhou was very strong and once competed with the Bull Demon King, which was a grudge from his youth.

"Your Majesty has an order, no fighting in the hall!" The movement here has long attracted the attention of the Central Hall. An old Shura clan leader came with his guards and completely suppressed the momentum of Potianhou.

Potian Hou turned his eyes to Ning Wuque and smiled coldly, "You are dead no matter where you kill me!"

"Is that so? Who can't speak ruthlessly? Do you believe it or not? If it weren't for him, you would have died now!" Ning Wuque showed his white teeth, a gentle smile, and gently wiped the sword with a white cloth.

"Okay, I'll wait for you to kill me!" Potianhou laughed.

"Who is so brave that he actually threatens Brother Potian?" Outside the hall, a cold voice sounded, and then four figures stepped into the hall.

They were four extremely burly bodies, like humans, but purple hair, horns on their heads, and dark green scales all over their bodies. They looked hideous and scary, like a demon god, emitting an endless aura of darkness.

"Haha, it's Brother Naslou, you're finally here!"

Seeing the four figures entering the hall, Potian Hou smiled on his face, went up to him, and hugged the golden-eyed figure of the leader.

"I was blocked by the Diting of Ksitigarbha on the road, so I came a little late. Please don't blame Brother Potian!" The golden-eyed figure grinned and swept through the hall, like two golden swords. All the guests he was watching were trembling.

Prince Shura, Huntianhou stood up and frowned, "Devil Clan?"

In addition to them, many VIPs stood up and recognized the identities of these four figures.

"The Devil Clan is the most mysterious race in the underworld. They are very small in number, only hundreds of people, but they are all powerful. It is rumored that they are the race that appeared after the transformation of the ancient demon god!" The maid whispered to Ning Wuque.

"I heard that someone dares to threaten you, Brother Potian, this is not good!" The golden-eyed devil Naslou's face was covered with scales, and it was difficult to see his expression and his tone was cold and arrogant.

"My friends who dare to threaten the young master are threatening our young master, and we should kill them!" Three figures beside the golden-eyed devil all fell on Ning Wuque's body, which were six blue eyes.

Seeing Ning Wuque's purple hair, the three devils showed a hint of surprise. This was a symbol of the devil clan. However, it is not ruled out that other races also had purple hair. After the surprise, there was a cold air with murderous intent.

"There is no fighting in the palace!" The old commander of the Shura clan still had a plain tone and looked at the Potianhou, "Since he was invited by the Ninth Princess, he was a guest of the Shura clan!"

When Potianhou heard this, he smiled and heard the voice of the old commander's words. "What the old commander said is to solve him better in the secret realm. Brother Nasilo comes from afar, please sit down. Why bother Brother Nasilo to take action?"

"Yes!" The golden-eyed devil's head slightly, led by Potian Hou, walked into the hall.

When a crisis was resolved, the guests in the hall breathed a sigh of relief. The old commander Shura looked at Ning Wuque and said lightly, "You can do it yourself!"

In order to ease the tension, King Shura called out the dancer and danced in the hall, and the central hall restored peace.

Ning Wuque and Hongboe sat down and enjoyed the dancer's singing and dancing. No one took what happened just now to heart. In Xiniu Hezhou, I have experienced such a lot of experience, so it is definitely not much safer than here.

"Why don't you Shura Thirteen?" Ning Wuque asked the maid beside him.

"Oh, the Thirteenth Prince entered the temple and accepted the inheritance. I heard that last time I went to the world of the world, I suffered a crushing defeat and even my strongest magical power was broken." The maid replied.

"I don't know who defeated the Thirteenth Prince. It's so amazing. You must know that the only one who can fight against the Thirteenth Prince in the same realm in the clan is probably the only Marquis of Potian." said another maid.

Red Boy covered her mouth and laughed secretly.

"**What are you laughing at?" The maid saw that Hongboy was not very big and became much more courageous, so she started to tease her.

"Who is **?" Hongboy was depressed, her big eyes blinked, "I know who is the one who defeated you Thirteenth Prince..."

"Really, who?" the maid's eyes lit up and she asked.

Red Boy smiled, "You guys will accompany me tonight, I will tell you..."

"Tsk, little kid, what can I do?" The maid glanced at Red Boy** and hummed disdainfully.

Red Boy is serious, "chat..." (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!