Hou Xibai restrained his aura, like a grassland warrior who had no understanding of internal skills and mental skills. Holding a secret letter in his hand, he rushed all the way and rushed into the king's tent, shouting in a rapid voice.

"Great Khan, there is an urgent report from the Western Turks. Tuli is leading one hundred thousand cavalry towards Helian Fort. One hundred thousand cavalry is urgent!"

What Hou Xibai spoke was pure Turkic, very fluent, and even had a bit of the dialect accent of the prairie people. When people heard it, they knew that this was a Turkic person who grew up on the prairie.

The blood of the prairie people.

Suddenly, there was silence in the king's tent. Everyone stopped having fun, and their sharp eyes were cast on the parchment letter held in Hou Xibai's hand. Their eyes were full of fighting intent and murderous intent.

Jieli Khan looked stern and put down the wine glass in his hand. A cold light flashed in his slender eyes, which were extremely sharp. A terrifying majesty radiated from his body. He looked at Hou Xibai calmly and spoke.

"Send the letter in!"

Hou Xibai bowed in response, lowered his head, very respectfully, and slowly approached Jieli Khan. No one would have thought that such a warrior with a Turkic appearance and accent could actually be an assassin from the Central Plains.

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Hou Xibai's heart was full of murderous intent, but he didn't show it at all. Even the great master Bi Xuan didn't notice any abnormalities. In his mental perception, Hou Xibai had never learned any martial arts, his aura was stable, and he didn't have any murderous intent.

Hou Xibai slowly walked up to Jieli Khan and handed out the parchment letter in his hand. Jieli stretched out his right hand and just touched the parchment letter. Something happened suddenly. Hou Xibai straightened up suddenly with a sarcastic sneer at the corner of his mouth.

His eyes burst out with extremely bright light, and his right hand struck out like lightning, so fast that no one could react, and it directly shattered Jieli's throat.

"Crack!"

There was a look of disbelief in Jieli's sharp eyes. He covered his throat with his right hand, blood came out of his mouth, and he gasped. He could no longer say any words. His body suddenly fell down and hit the ground.

On the desk in front of him, there was a loud clanking sound, and all kinds of tableware and wine utensils fell to the floor.

"The Great Khan has been killed!"

A general shouted loudly, his expression horrified, and his face turned pale with fright at this sudden scene.

"Be bold!"

Bi Xuan was the first to react. He flashed his body, shouted loudly, and punched out with his right fist. The blow was so fierce that the whole royal tent roared, and countless tableware fell to the ground. The sound was extremely chaotic.

Zhao Deyan followed closely behind, and let out a sharp scream, like a demonic sound filling his ears, drilling straight into the depths of his head, and clawing at Hou Xibai's throat. There was a gloomy, black air, and there were countless ghosts and ghosts roaring faintly.

Attacking Hou Xibai, this is Zhao Deyan's special skill, the Eighteen Claws of Return to Soul, sinister, ruthless, vicious and cunning.

Hou Xibai looked at Jie Li who fell to the ground and died, and laughed loudly. The laughter covered all the sounds. He stepped on his feet, moved left and right, dodged Bi Xuan's punch, and appeared in front of Zhao Deyan, clear and clear.

There was a cold light in his bright eyes, without a trace of warmth. He stared at Zhao Deyan's cheek, like a sharp blade, and said in a cold voice.

"The face of our ancestors has been completely disgraced by people like you who forget about their ancestors!"

"Today I will take action on behalf of your ancestors and destroy your unworthy descendants!"

Zhao Deyan was a man of great scheming and resourcefulness. He was the national advisor of the Turks. He served three generations of Khans and won the trust of the Jieli Khans. He made great contributions to the rise of the Turks by making suggestions. However, for the Central Plains, he committed many evil deeds and was harmful to the Central Plains.

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Zhao Deyang is also one of the eight masters of the Demon Sect, second only to Shi Zhixuan and Zhu Yuyan. He is a master of the master's perfect state. Even Bi Xuan used his "Yang Yang Qigong" with all his strength to defeat him. This shows that he is powerful and extremely difficult to deal with.

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Hou Xibai had a murderous intention in his heart, and his powerful mind was released, turning into an invisible wave, affecting Zhao Deyan's soul and spirit. The movement of his hand stagnated slightly, and the palm that had always been as warm as jade passed through his arm.

It was stamped hard on Zhao Deyan's chest.

"Click! Click! Click!"

Zhao Deyan's sternum was completely shattered, and his body flew backwards as if being hit by a horse. Blood spurted out from his mouth, his eyes widened, and he fell to the ground with a bit of unwillingness and fear. He tried hard to lift his head and struggled.

He looked at Hou Xibai, his mouth moved, but without making any sound, his head fell and he lost his breath.

"Those who betray the laws and forget their ancestors will not regret their death!"

Hou Xibai stood with his hands behind his hands, glanced at Zhao Deyan who had passed away, spat hard on the ground, and then raised his head to look at the furious Martial Lord Bixuan opposite.
Chapter completed!