Lan Wuxin was pale, but he held himself up, not allowing himself to collapse. He had been an official for many years, possessing an unshakable aura. Although he could not withstand Jun Moyan's murderous aura, he could still hold himself up. He said forcefully, "Perhaps one day, Senior Jun will offend someone you can't afford to offend because of something or someone and be punished. In this world, there will always be someone better than you. Don't you agree, Senior Jun?"
Jun Moyan guffawed and said, "That's right. This is the truth, how can it not be? It's just a pity that I haven't met someone who can punish me until now. If I do, I'll definitely report to Chancellor Lan that I, Jun Moyan, have met the person that Chancellor Lan hopes I'll meet, to make you happy! "
Lan Wuxin's face was even paler.
The meaning behind Jun Moyan's words was as sharp as a sword – "If there's a day when I'm about to die, I'll drag you, Lan Wuxin, down with me before I die. We'll go to the netherworld together, laughing!"
Lan Wuxin suddenly felt an indescribable regret for forcing Jun Moyan under the guise of national justice.
If he had known that Jun Moyan was such a lawless and powerful desperado, why would he have threatened him?
Wasn't he just making things difficult for himself?
Jun Moyan guffawed and recited leisurely, "One who roams the world, one sword in hand, Jun Moyan, ends the worldly affairs today, happy in the martial world!"
Before his words echoed in the air, he suddenly rose into the air, his white robe fluttering. Standing in midair, he said softly, "Brother, I'm leaving!"
Everyone heard the words, but they did not know who he was talking to. At this moment, however, they could see Jun Moyan's expression; it was sad and heavy.
Jun Moyan stayed in the air for a long time, as if he was reminiscing about something, as if he was recalling something.
Suddenly, a thunderous sword hum reverberated in the air. A ray of sword light shot up into the sky. It was only a flash, and Jun Moyan's handsome silhouette in white had disappeared without a trace.
It was only then that Lan Wuxin broke out in cold sweat. His face turned waxy yellow, but he heaved a long sigh of relief in his heart.
This malefic was finally gone!
It's good that he's gone!
As long as we don't use any excuses to oppress you or coerce you to do anything, we won't have any connection with each other, and we won't meet again!
I sincerely hope that you, Jun Moyan, will never set foot in Zilong City ever again!
It was then that Lan Wuxin realized that the door to the small yard had opened again.
Elder Yun, who he had been looking forward to, walked out step by step. His expression was very strange, or rather, very odd.
"Elder Yun!" Lan Wuxin felt an inexplicable sense of panic. His instinct to seek fortune and avoid danger prevented him from going forward. Instead, he took a few steps back and called out from afar, "How … how are you?"
Yun Yang heaved a long sigh and said, "The assassin's condition is not good. This old man's recovery of his soul has been effective, but his body is still broken. He's only hanging on by a thread now and won't die anytime soon. I need to bring him back for further treatment, or else …"
"Bring him back? Treat him properly?! "
Lan Wuxin's eyes were as wide as they could be. "How could I let you bring it back? He's a national criminal! What we're asking for isn't to save that person's life, but the secret in his heart! "
On the other side, countless officials from the Empire of Ziyou were so shocked that their eyeballs were about to pop out of their sockets.
What … what was going on?
Why does it feel like … there's something wrong with it?!
"Lord Chancellor, be careful!"
The two guards of Lan Wuxin were top-notch experts as well. Out of a martial artist's instinct, they suddenly felt the sudden surge of murderous intent from Yun Yang; it was directed at Lan Wuxin.
Both of them stood in front of Lan Wuxin, unsheathing their sabers and swords at the same time to defend against the sudden killing intent.
The experts on the side reacted swiftly as well, filling in the gaps immediately and surrounding Lan Wuxin like an impenetrable fortress.
Yun Yang had wanted to ambush Lan Wuxin and kill him in one fell swoop. If he succeeded, the entire Ziyou would be plunged into chaos. However, the other party's guards were alerted and the situation had changed. Yun Yang's manifestation powers were no longer in effect and most of his trump cards could not be unleashed. He could only give up on this great temptation and said faintly, "Even if it's a national criminal, we can only talk about the aftermath if he's alive. How can we interrogate him if he doesn't recover a little? "
In spite of this, the people who heard the explanation could still clearly feel that Elder Yun's words were unusually cold. It was a reasonable explanation, but why did it feel so … insincere?
Besides, you're carrying the assassin on your back. It's obvious that you're going to take him away even if you don't agree.
Lan Wuxin stared at Yun Yang in a daze. Looking at his resolute, icy expression and eyes that were filled with murderous intent and rage, he felt his heart sink. He said hopelessly, "You … you … you're not Feng Xiange. You … you're a spy …"
Lan Wuxin finally understood.
However, this realization made him want to die.
When he said these words, he almost wanted to vomit a mouthful of blood to relieve the frustration in his heart. Whenever he thought of how he had been acting like a grandson in front of this spy for so long, he felt extremely annoyed … In the end, the spy was actually …
He was the Empire of Ziyou's minister, second only to the emperor and above tens of thousands of people. How could he still have the face to face others after being fooled like this?
If His Majesty the emperor were to ask about this, how would he explain it?
He had even given the imperial seal and the royal treasure to the other party, had allowed the enemy to enter the prison and had carried the assassin on his back. Yet, he had even greeted the enemy with a smile and kind words like an idiot …
It was utterly humiliating!
This was a humiliation that could never be washed away for the rest of his life!
Even if he were to tear this person into pieces, this humiliating experience would definitely be recorded in the annals of history!
An eternal infamy!
Spat!
Lan Wuxin spat a mouthful of blood as his wish came true. He cried out in a frenzy, "Who are you? Who are you? Who are you? Argh … "
Yun Yang looked at him strangely. "I thought you've always known who I am. Haven't you always called me Elder Yun? Don't you know who this old man is? "
"Supreme Cloud! You're Supreme Cloud! "
Lan Wuxin's heart skipped a beat. Clarity flooded his mind as he suddenly cried out, "Kill him, kill him! Quick, kill him! He's Yun … "
Before he could finish his words, he spat out another mouthful of blood, and his old body fell backward onto the ground!
Without waiting for Lan Wuxin's order, countless Ziyou experts had already appeared from all directions. There were also countless Deicide archers appearing from higher ground. There were also many Four Seasons Tower's experts lying in ambush. They had not dared to make a move when Jun Moyan had killed their brothers, but now, they had come out in full force, brimming with murderous intent!
"Kill!"
An earth-shattering voice boomed.
Honestly, Yun Yang did not want to be so high-profile, he did not want to be exposed like this.
He had countless ways to avoid such an exposure, to continue playing the role of Elder Yun/God of Wine/Feng Xiange; he had countless excuses to avoid such a massacre!
However, he did not have a choice!
Out of the thousands of options, he had chosen the most difficult and dangerous one!
He could have kept Old Dugu's remains into his spatial ring, but he did not do so.
He felt like he was about to break down if he did not explode once more.
"Today, I choose to be willful! I must be willful! I need to go on a killing spree! "
Yun Yang told himself inwardly, "Even if I die, I have no regrets!"
At this moment, his heart was filled with tyrannical emotions, and he could no longer restrain himself!
Countless experts from the Empire of Ziyou charged forward, coming closer and closer.
The murderous intent in Yun Yang's eyes grew thicker. Finally, with a roar, he charged forward.
Above him, arrows rained down like rain.
On the opposite side, thousands of sabers and swords gleamed.
Yun Yang, on the other hand, charged openly towards these thousands of people.
"I'm going to charge out of the west gate with you!"
"I'm going to bring you out of Zilong City, step by step! I'm going to bring you out the way you came in! "
Yun Yang roared, "Old Dugu, open your eyes and watch!"
With a flash of saber light, the seventeen experts in front of him were split into two halves with a swoosh. Blood soared into the sky as Yun Yang charged into the densely packed crowd like a bolt of lightning.
With a flick of his hand, a Ziyou expert's machete slipped from his hand and landed in Yun Yang's.
The saber light shone brightly, like snow falling from the nine heavens.
Lan Wuxin had already been rescued to the side and was watching the battle with his mouth agape. Yun Yang's open and unrestrained fighting style, his valiant stance of fighting a thousand enemies alone.
A sense of devastation rose within him.
He didn't expect that a single person's battle would give off the feeling of an army of thousands and thousands of men and horses facing each other.
In the blink of an eye, Yun Yang had already charged thousands of feet away, leaving a trail of corpses along the way.
Not a single one was left alive.
The long-handled glaive in his hand was twenty-four feet long; he had snatched it from the very beginning.
Using the Divine Edge could allow him to unleash his ability more perfectly, but Yun Yang did not feel satisfied. He might as well just grab a broadsword and kill his way out of the encirclement!
With a clang, a sword clashed with the glaive. The sword-wielding person was sent flying with blood gushing from his mouth while Yun Yang spun and used the momentum to spin, cutting more than thirty people in half at the waist.
With a loud thud, the saber's hilt was planted on the ground. With a loud boom, a wave of air rippled outwards and dozens of people were flung into the air from the impact.
Yun Yang used the force of the impact to soar into the air, crossing hundreds of feet like a flying man and landing directly among the royal guards who had rushed over upon hearing the news. With a wave of his saber, a wave of crimson light soared into the sky.
From afar, the Empire of Ziyou's crown prince's pale face stared fixedly at Yun Yang who was slaughtering among the royal guards. He looked as if his soul had left his body. Isn't that Elder Yun?
Why are our own people fighting each other?
Lan Wuxin's exasperated roar came from his side, "Stop him, kill him! This is Yutang's Supreme Cloud! "
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