"When I have my hands free, I will investigate the cause myself."

Ye Fan lowered his head and looked at the woman, but did not let go of the half sword in his hand: "You can't mess with my mind..."

"Kill! Kill! Kill...Song——"

At this moment, a large number of people appeared on the way, charging towards them brandishing swords and guns.

The leader was none other than Prince Haba.

He led hundreds of people to charge while shouting slogans.

Ye Fan slowly let go of Pal who was still breathing.

There was a hint of vigilance in his eyes.

Seeing Ye Fan and the corpses on the ground, Prince Haba was startled, first stopped, and then rushed over with joy.

He yelled two more sentences hysterically: "Kill the traitor, save President Song, kill the traitor, save President Song."

"Young Master Ye, you are back. You are back. Shangguan Hu rebelled and Uncle Wang forced the palace. It almost scared me to death."

"How is Mr. Song? How is my god-sister?"

"When I heard that the Diaoyu Pavilion was on fire and there were killings, I immediately ordered all the people to go into the palace to rescue Mr. Song and kill the traitors."

"How is she now? Did I come late? Did I come late?"

"Brother Ye, I'm sorry. I'm incompetent and I couldn't protect you well. I'm sorry for you. I promised you to protect Mr. Song..."

Haba rushed to Ye Fan's side and cried bitterly. His tears instantly wet Ye Fan's clothes.

His face was sad, his tears were boiling, and his body was trembling slightly from crying. He was absolutely sincere.

Ye Fan exhaled a long breath, glanced at the more than 600 dead princes, and then looked at the micro punch in Ha Ba's hand.

He said calmly: "The prince is really here to save the beauty?"

"I am sworn in with the traitor!"

Prince Haba roared: "I and the traitor are at odds with each other!"

He also pointed out the number of six hundred men.

Six hundred of his subordinates also shouted in unison: "Kill the rebels, save Mr. Song, kill the rebels, save Mr. Song!"

The momentum was so overwhelming that the disciples of the Wu League who rushed over felt like they were facing a formidable enemy.

"Brothers!"

Ye Fan patted Prince Haba's arm and then hugged him from behind.

Press his finger.

Haba swayed.

Countless warheads poured out.

As Pal took his last breath, his body trembled, and then his head tilted and he fell into a pool of blood.

Life is extinguished.

"Congratulations to the prince, congratulations to the prince!"

Ye Fan let go of Haba and shouted loudly:
Chapter completed!