Alchemy & Martial Supreme

At the same time, in the spacious hall of the imperial palace of the Daxia Dynasty, a middle-aged man in gorgeous clothes was sitting with a panic expression.

"What are you talking about? Both sages are dead?"

Kneeling down there was a gray man, shivering and trembling, saying: "The emperor, this is what the minister has seen with his own eyes. I dare not lie."

Hearing the man's words, the middle-aged man slumped in his seat. Of course he knew that even with ten courage, he did not dare to deceive himself with such important news.

"It's over, it's over, the country of the Great Xia Dynasty is going to be ruined in my hands." The middle-aged man muttered to himself with helpless eyes and weakness.

"The emperor, it's not like this. Qin Ming and the ancestor are allies, and they will definitely not do this kind of power seizure." The gray-clothed man wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, climbed to the middle-aged man, and whispered.

Waved his hand, the middle-aged man sighed: "You don't understand. This position was originally for a person with strength to sit. Now I have lost all my backers. What qualifications do I have for this position?

Even if Qin Ming talks about love, the people below him have no friendship with us.

Moreover, the longer I am in this position, the more unstable I will become. Now I still have a sense of affection when I retreat. If I always dominate this position, I will definitely fall away from the relatives, leaving no bones. "

Strength determines the bottom, as the supreme existence of the Great Xia Dynasty, he has long understood this truth.

The grey-clothed man bowed his head and knelt down on the ground, without words.

...

In the Great Xia Dynasty, on the outskirts of Yancheng, when he received the news that his ancestor had died, Yang Quan sat on the ground and didn't recover for a long while.

"Why? Why? It's not that we deal with the Qian Dynasty, and we won again and again, and we will wipe out the entire Wu Zun of the Qian Dynasty. Why suddenly the ancestor died, I don't believe it, I don't believe it..."

Yangquan sat on the ground, staring blankly at the middle-aged man in white.

The white-clothed middle-aged man looked haggard and described it as haggard. He is the contemporary Patriarch of the Yang Family and the direct blood of his deceased ancestor.

Now the pillar in the family suddenly collapsed, as if the sky had collapsed, how could he accept it?

But even if he can no longer accept it, he must accept it. He is the head of the family, and the entire Yang family is counting on tens of thousands of people.

If he falls, the Yang Family will be completely finished.

"What are you crying? The ancestor died in battle to defend Yang's family. Wherever he died, what is there to cry?" He shouted, not knowing whether he was talking to Yang Quan or comforting himself.

Yang Quan's eyes were blank, and the tears in his eyes still couldn't stop streaming down.

In the family, apart from his father and his mother, the ancestor loved him the most and protected him from the wind and rain, but now the ancestor left as soon as he said, how can he not be sad.

"Cheer up, you are the heir of the Yang family, you can be sad, you can be painful, but you can swallow all these things back, go secretly crying alone, the whole family is watching you, don’t be a little woman ."

The middle-aged man in white walked up to Yang's body, lifted him up, and said with a grim expression:

"My ancestor has left. I have no qualifications and no possibility of being promoted to Wu Zun. In this family, the only person who hopes to be promoted to Wu Zun is you. Now you must cheer up, turn your grief and anger into strength, and become the pillar of the whole family. Everyone is looking at you, and I am looking at you too."