C1225 Wu Clan
C1225 Wu Clan
"Yes, that's him!" Yang Baiyu's face was gloomy as he nodded his head. Upon mentioning this name, the hatred in his heart grew deeper, he clenched his teeth, and his eyes surged with dense killing intent.
However, Long Bufan was strong in the first place, he had many methods and also had the Spirit Profound Martial House as support, Yang Baiyu knew that with his current abilities, it was impossible for him to take on Long Bufan alone. The only way, was to borrow the hands of others to get rid of Long Bufan, to vent the hatred in her heart.
The Wu Clan was the strongest assassin family in the continent of the firmament. Back then, during the second stage of the Hundred Sect Arena, Wu Moying, who was fighting with Long Bufan, was an assassin genius from the Wu family.
Yang Baiyu thought that at that time, even the genius of the Wu family could force Long Bufan to use all the methods in his body. If she had sent someone stronger than Wu Moying, an experienced assassin would have been able to successfully assassinate Long Bufan.
"If my guess is not wrong, you should be Heavenly Flame Emperor Kingdom's Monarch, Yang Baiyu?" The middle aged man looked at Yang Baiyu and laughed.
For people like him, who had been Monarchs before, even though he was wearing ordinary clothes, he still carried the arrogant aura of an Imperial Family.
Seeing that the middle aged man was able to identify him, Yang Baiyu did not have much of a reaction, raising his wine cup and taking a sip, showing his tacit approval.
Until he finished drinking all the wine in the cup, a dark and sinister killing intent flashed across Yang Baiyu's long and narrow eyes as he said slowly: "I only have one request, you must cut off his head and give it to me. I know that the Wu family's fees are always high, but if everything goes smoothly, this bit of money will not be a problem."
After saying that, Yang Baiyu extravagantly took out a golden storage bag and placed it on the table, and laughed lightly: "According to the rules, before we have successfully assassinated them, we only need to pay thirty percent of the commission. But I believe in your abilities, there are ten million primeval stone here, if there are any left, all of them will be treated as rewards."
His escape this time around had swept away almost everything in the empire's treasury. These ten million primeval stone could be said to be astronomical, but to the wealth that he currently had, it was nothing more than a drop in the ocean.
Looking at the golden storage bag on the table, the middle-aged man of the Wu family still remained indifferent as he looked at the huge bounty. He smiled indifferently and said, "As expected of someone who had been a Monarch before, you are actually so generous. We don't think so. "
Hearing that, Yang Baiyu's expression sunk, and her eyebrows knitted together immediately. She snorted angrily: "Could it be that you're not satisfied with the price, then say it clearly, what price you want!"
The middle-aged man shook his head, laughed deeply and said: "That's not so, these ten million primeval stone, is almost enough for our Wu Clan to spend for a year. How could I not be tempted?"
"What's the reason for that?"
After Yang Baiyu finished speaking, she immediately changed the topic and sneered: "I had thought that the people from the Wu Clan, other than the people from the Temple Hall, would not think that any sect or sect would dare to assassinate people, but right now, you don't even dare to assassinate a tiny little A disciple of the Spirit Profound Martial House. How funny, you wasted my time in coming here."