There was a massive boom.
Everyone in the city heard it.
Dust accumulated over the years began to fall from the beams.
The people on the streets were perplexed, not knowing what had happened.
The officials of the Imperial Court who had just received the news from the south were shocked speechless, thinking, has another mountain collapsed?
The thunderous boom gradually faded into the distance.
The massive dragon claw slowly retreated behind the clouds.
The array around the Prince of Xiang's estate had been broken. If it had not been reduced to ruins, it was not far from it.
The wooden bridge had been broken and the ruined evening pavilion had fallen into the lake. The lake water was constantly flowing towards the shore, turning the yellow sand of the horse farm into a puddle of mud.
The estate was covered in dust, screams could be heard everywhere, and dazzling bloodstains could be seen on the white walls and red tiles.
The orderly and oppressive footsteps of the Li Palace priests could be heard from the other side of the broken wall. The situation had become even more chaotic.
The reception hall in the depths of the estate was relatively quiet, and the building was also relatively intact. Only two holes had appeared in the corners of the walls.
Suddenly, a dazzling ray of light shot out from those two holes, looking like a sword.
The wall made of hard bricks was like a piece of paper, easily sliced apart.
The entire wall, together with the eaves high above, fell down in a neat manner.
Clapclapclapclap!
With a crisp sound of impact, the bricks, tiles, and beasts on the eaves with a sense of vicissitudes were smashed into pieces.
If one looked carefully, one would probably be able to see a straight line hidden in these fragments, as well as a smooth edge that glowed like gold.
The corner of the wall had vanished, revealing the figure of that person.
The old Daoist narrowed his eyes, wanting to confirm this person's identity.
This person was dressed in blue, but one would not associate him with a youth's blue robe. One would only think that he was a servant.
He naturally could not really be a blue-clothed servant.
The old Daoist quickly guessed at his identity.
Besides that person, who else in the world could find such a perfect opportunity to strike?
Whose sword could be so fast and so ruthless that it could kill him in a single strike?
The old Daoist sighed, "I didn't think that you really were half a step from the Divine."
The blue-clothed servant was Liu Qing.
Once Su Li and that mysterious person left, he was the world's most terrifying assassin.
Only he, half a step from the Divine, would still insist on doing these shady things in the dark night.
Liu Qing did not answer the servant's question.
This was caution, and also a professional habit.
The old Taoist was a little displeased and raised his eyebrows.
Then, his eyebrows broke.
There was a cut in the middle of his left eyebrow.
The wound was very small and even looked a little delicate.
If it was broken by a sword, it could be imagined that the sword's control over the minute details was close to that of a god.
Blood seeped out of the delicate wound.
The old Taoist sighed and sat against the wall.
More and more blood gushed out of the wound, and it even gave off the feeling that it was gurgling out.
Liu Qing didn't look at it. His gaze was always on the old Daoist's hand.
This had been the case from the moment he appeared.
The old Daoist was not holding a sword in his hand.
The sword had already disappeared into the sky.
But he did not let down his guard.
Because the old Daoist's hand was still empty.
At this moment, the old Taoist's fingers finally loosened.
After holding his breath for a long time, he finally exhaled.
This breath was as hot as lava, like boiling lava, instantly burning the snowflakes floating in the sky into green smoke.
A series of hissing sounds rang out.
His gaze moved up and rested on the old man's face for a moment.
The old Daoist had already closed his eyes and was no longer breathing.
He had finally truly relaxed, but there was no joy on his face, only a pallid white.
In order to kill his opponent, he had also suffered a very serious injury.
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Without the array and without a true expert like the old Daoist, the Prince of Xiang's estate's defense could only last for a very short time before the Li Palace's vast strength.
The Li Palace very quickly took control of the entire estate, and it even took control of the two neighboring estates.
Hu Thirty-Two ordered his subordinates, "Don't startle the women in the rear residence."
The Orthodoxy had finally launched an attack on the Imperial clan. Regardless of what happened in the future, it was now time to obtain sufficient benefits. There were some account books and some secret items that the Li Palace had to obtain. As for how to deal with the people in the estate, that was a completely different matter.
The bishops of the Thirteen Divisions of Radiant Green and the bishops of the Divine Arts of the Li Palace were currently treating the injured.
From time to time, one could see Sacred Light flashing in the ruins, followed by moans.
Even the injured of the Prince of Xiang's estate were being treated. Of course, they would be treated after the priests of the Li Palace.
Daoist Siyuan slightly frowned as his right hand rubbed his slightly bulging belt.
He deeply disapproved of this method, but this was the Pope's order.
The bottle of Cinnabar Pills in his belt had also been personally given to him by the Pope.
Even if the Sacred Light technique could not save someone, with this bottle of Cinnabar Pills, it would be very difficult for them to die.
Of course, those who were already dead would never be able to come back to life.
Daoist Siyuan gazed at the old Daoist by the broken wall, his eyes rather complex.
This old Daoist was rather thin and short, his white hair disheveled and his body covered in blood.
No matter how powerful a person was, they would still seem very weak after death.
He knew of this old Daoist's background and identity.
This old Daoist was the person that he and Linghai Zhiwang feared the most.
In the last few years, the Hall of Heavenly Judgment had sent many people to Luoyang to keep an eye on the Monastery of Eternal Spring, especially this old Daoist.
The moment the old Daoist left Luoyang, he and Linghai Zhiwang learned of it and reported it to Chen Changsheng that very night.
At the time, Chen Changsheng had been practicing the sword in his stone room and had not made a single statement.
Only today did Daoist Siyuan realize that the Pope had already made plans.
His gaze fell on the old Daoist's brow.
There was still some sword intent left there.
That sword intent was like a willow catkin that had not yet been broken, extremely fine and clear.
A cold wind brushed against it, giving it a biting chill.
To be able to kill this old Daoist, just how terrifying was that assassin?
As he thought of that blue figure in the snowstorm, he slightly raised his brows and thought, just what is the relationship between the Pope and Liu Qing?
At this moment, three people suddenly appeared in the ruins.
Daoist Siyuan was not surprised, nor did he reveal any wariness. It was obvious that he had known about this path in the reception hall.
He bowed to the two Daoist nuns and said, "Greetings to Seniors."
Huai Shu harshly asked, "Since you were going to act, why did you not tell the Holy Maiden beforehand?"
This Daoist nun with a straightforward and rather irascible personality was clearly in an extremely bad mood.
If Daoist Siyuan were not the Prefect of the Orthodoxy who controlled the Sacred Hall, she would probably be even more furious.
Daoist Siyuan bitterly smiled. "I also only learned of His Holiness's plans before coming."
Huai Shu froze at these words, and even Huai Ren was rather surprised.
Daoist Siyuan knew that it was very difficult to explain, so he said no more and turned to the other person.
Even with the help of three Daoists from the Monastery of Eternal Spring, Prince Chen Liu still had not reached the Luo River, and Hanqiu City was still a thousand li away.
His face was rather pale and his body was stained with blood, but his expression was still as calm as ever.
Daoist Siyuan felt some admiration, and then he once more felt that the Pope's plans were perhaps inappropriate. (To be continued.)
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