The next morning, we headed south to Wangcheng.
Dustin and Thorian Rhys stayed up all night and arrived at their destination, Nanwang City, in the shortest possible time.
Nanwang City is the territory guarded by Wuling Hou Nangong. It is also the city with the most troops and the strongest economic strength among the four major princes in the south.
However, Nangong Po had a surly personality and was moody. If he behaved violently, he would sometimes not even give Rufus Rhys face.
Therefore, Thorian Rhys was not sure whether he could convince Nangong Po.
“Brother, the Marquis of Wuling has arrived.”
When the vehicle stopped, Thorian Rhys and Dustin stepped out one after another.
“It’s already the second day. The news of your departure from the Hou Mansion shouldn’t be kept secret for long. We must speed up.” Dustin warned.
Thorian Rhys nodded: “Although Nangong Po is not easy to get along with, he is not a treacherous villain. As long as we offer a high enough price and Xiaozhi uses emotion and reason, we should be able to convince him.”
“That’s good.” Dustin nodded: “Go in.”
Thorian Rhys straightened his clothes and rubbed his face to make himself look more energetic. Then he stepped forward and revealed his identity to the guards of the Hou Mansion.
Just like before, several people entered the palace smoothly.
However, the meeting place this time was not the main hall of the Hou Mansion, but the private martial arts arena in Nangong Po.
As we all know, Nangong Po is a martial arts fanatic.
He personally leads the troops in training on weekdays, so all the soldiers under his command are brave and good at fighting.
“Little prince, the marquis is training inside, please come in.”
After the guards brought several people to the entrance of the martial arts arena, they turned and left.
Several people walked in and took a look, and saw a burly, muscular middle-aged man in the center of the martial arts field, practicing with dozens of elite guards.
The middle-aged strong man is holding a spear, majestic and powerful. When waving his hands, the spear is like a dragon or a snake. He is not only extremely dexterous, but also very domineering.
The dozens of elite guards around them holding swords and shields were beaten back and forth, unable to withstand the attack at all.
You must know that these are the elites of the royal palace, the kind that can match a hundred with one, and they are well-trained and cooperate with each other tacitly.
Now he is easily suppressed by the middle-aged man, which shows his strength.
The middle-aged man is none other than Wu Linghou, Nangong Po!
“What a great shot!”
Thorian Rhys took a closer look and couldn’t help but look surprised.
Nangong Po’s marksmanship does not have any unnecessary movements. It seems to be straight forward, but in fact it is unpredictable.
He is both powerful and domineering on the battlefield and has profound skills in the arena.
Almost close to perfect.
“It’s really good.”
Dustin nodded secretly and couldn’t help but take a high look.
Nangong Po’s strength has reached the level of Grandmaster Dzogchen. Looking at the entire West Lucozia, he should be ranked in the top ten.
It can be seen that even after being granted the title of Marquis, Nangong Po did not relax at all and always adhered to his martial arts.
Such people are often mentally tough and possess extraordinary perseverance.
After waiting for a while, Nangong Po suddenly roared, grabbed the tail of the gun with one hand, and swept away in all directions with himself as the center point.
Wherever the spear passed, the elite guards were knocked to the ground.