When Zhu Luo opened Su Li's letter, the chubby old man sat on the side with a smile, not at all worried. He naturally knew that Su Li was very strong, that Su Li's sword was very terrifying, but this was still just a letter. Even if it contained Su Li's sword intent and soul, the medium was limited, so how could it truly injure Zhu Luo?
The chubby old man even felt some disdain for Zhu Luo's hesitation. He thought to himself, perhaps the matter of the capital requires other arrangements.
But when that sword intent broke out of the letter and plunged the entire Myriad Willows Garden into darkness, the chubby old man realized that he was wrong.
Su Li's sword was even more powerful and terrifying than he imagined.
Just by relying on the sword intent on the letter, it was actually able to suppress a supreme expert on the level of the Storms of the Eight Directions?
Although Zhu Luo was injured, this was still too inconceivable.
The level of that sword intent had even faintly surpassed Zhu Luo by a level!
Even the will of a Sage might not be able to achieve this.
Besides legendary experts like Zhou Dufu, Chen Xuanba, Emperor Taizong, or Wang Zhice, who could do this?
Su Li was not a Saint, but his path of the sword was close to that of a god!
Seeing the Golden Crows spurting out of the Winter Garden and the sudden dimming of the bright moon in the night sky, the chubby old man revealed a shocked expression. Without any time to think, he floated over.
Zhu Luo was already in danger. If he did not act now, it would be too late.
With a howl, the chubby old man's two palms tore through the air in front of him and slapped at the blazing sword intents like the Golden Crows!
He looked like a mountain of flesh, but his movements were very gentle. His two palms descended similarly gently, slowly flapping, just like a real bird.
The Golden Crow Sword was a secret sword of Mount Li, originating from Su Li. Its sword intent was incomparably blazing. Once the sword rose up, it would endlessly spit out light and heat into the outside world with unstoppable momentum.
Back in the Grand Examination and the Garden of Zhou, Chen Changsheng had used the Golden Crow Sword several times, and even opponents stronger than him had to temporarily avoid its edge.
Today's Golden Crow sword intents came from Su Li's hands, so their power was even more unimaginable.
If it were a normal cultivator, they would probably be melted into smoke before they could even touch the sword intents.
Even experts of extremely profound cultivation could only do what Zhu Luo did, relying on the Moonlight sword intent to contend against it. They did not dare to directly touch it.
For some reason, although the plump old man had a wary expression on his face, he still swatted at the Golden Crow sword intent.
An indescribable aura appeared in the ruined courtyard of Myriad Willows Garden.
That aura was very strong, but it was actually not as strong as Zhu Luo's Moonlight Sword Intent. However, that aura gave off a very ancient feeling.
A real sun appeared in the middle of the fat old man's palm. It was extremely bright and dazzling!
Under the illumination of the light, the chubby old man's face no longer showed any signs of joy. His benevolent countenance became incomparably dignified, and the image of a dragon and tiger appeared behind him.
At this moment, he was no longer a common rich man in the countryside. He was clearly an emperor!
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Three powerful auras met in the Myriad Willows Garden.
The moonlight shone in the sky with difficulty.
The scorching sun kept pushing down the curtain of night.
Countless sword wills flew between the sky and the sun like firebirds.
Tens of thousands of cold-resistant willows began to burn.
This was not a flame brought by the twilight, but a real burning.
The cold Winter Garden seemed to have instantly fallen into the scorching abyss of hell.
With a massive boom, sparks flew everywhere, scorched willows toppled, wells shattered, and walls collapsed.
After some time, those berserk Qis finally began to subside.
The courtyard was in ruins and the cold pool could no longer illuminate anyone.
Zhu Luo leaned against a withered willow by the pool, his face pale and his chest stained with blood. Even more serious was that his left hand had been severed at the wrist.
The fat old man stood on a tattered table, his fat body squeezing the edge of the table so tightly that it seemed like it might break at any moment. His fat face no longer showed any signs of joy, nor did it have the majesty of an emperor. All that was left was exhaustion and unsightly appearance.
Starting many years ago, he had already seen the threshold of the Divine Domain. If not for his fear of that person in the capital, perhaps he would have already stepped over it. And in the previous battle, he had even displayed a strength not inferior to that of the Divine Domain.
But he and Zhu Luo had still lost, and had lost so miserably. If not for the fact that the target of that sword intent had been Zhu Luo, if not for the fact that his clan's technique was similar to the Dao of the Golden Crow Sword, he would have definitely been heavily injured. And even with his help, Zhu Luo might already be dead.
And their opponent was just a letter from Su Li.
Zhu Luo slowly stood up and gazed at the surrounding plains.
The Myriad Willows Garden that used to be infinitely beautiful was now a scorched earth. In the distance, some willows were still burning.
The Myriad Willows Garden still existed, but it no longer had its name.
Just like him now.
He was keenly aware that this was Su Li's vengeance.
He had nothing to say to this.
"Forgive me for not being able to participate in the matter of the capital."
Zhu Luo said to the fat old man. He did not turn around, his expression rather lonely.
The fat old man knew that this was inevitable. Let alone the fact that Zhu Luo might never be able to recover his peak strength, there was even a high chance that he would leave the ranks of the Storms of the Eight Directions.
To Zhu Luo, how to arrange the future of his clan and the Emotion-Severing Sect was the most important matter, because that was his true funeral business.
The fat old man swayed his mountainous body as he walked out of the Myriad Willows Garden.
Outside Hanqiu City, with the assistance of his subordinates, he somewhat arduously climbed onto a massive carriage.
A middle-aged man with a face covered in powder and a rather shrill voice whispered, "Your Highness, what happened?"
"Did you know? I originally thought that if I succeeded, the first thing I would do would be to seize the Liang Household's imperial carriage. "
The fat old man narrowed his eyes and gazed in the direction of Xunyang City. He sadly said, "But now, I don't know if I'll ever have the chance to sit on it."
He was gazing at Xunyang City, but in reality, he was gazing at the capital.
He was speaking of the Liang Household's imperial carriage, but in reality, he was referring to the throne in the Imperial Palace.
The middle-aged man had already been extremely uneasy from the strange change that had occurred in the Myriad Willows Garden, and now that he heard the sigh of the prince, he felt even more uneasy.
He and those soldiers and civil officials were all subordinates of the prince's household, but they could only listen to the orders of the capital. In these past few years, he and his subordinates had braved enormous risks to help the prince run about. If the prince failed in his great undertaking, how could they possibly survive?
"Wuqiong Bi has entered the capital."
The middle-aged man wanted to reinvigorate the prince's confidence, so he hurriedly relayed the news he had just received.
The fat old man was somewhat surprised. Although Wuqiong Bi was also a Storm of the Eight Directions, she had never been one of his recruitment targets, because she was also a woman.
What was that old Daoist nun doing in the capital? Could there be some sort of variable?
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