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Chapter 646 - 0525: Sudden Change, Granting You a Merciful Death! (Extra 32 for Monthly Ticket)

Chapter 646: 0525: Sudden Change, Granting You a Merciful Death! (Extra 32 for Monthly Ticket)

The Emperor had but to speak, and the Imperial Army would have no choice but to obey and let them pass.

Jiang Dali, though filled with doubt at this moment,

was a man of great skill and courage. Along with Xiao Feng, after leaping down from Demon Hawk, they both entered Fengtian Hall.

No sooner had they entered the hall than they felt two strong Sword Intents rushing at them.

The swirling Sword Qi throughout the hall prickled the skin, as if needles were stabbing at it, like a constant threat lurking behind.

The two men looked intently and saw

Two people.

Two streaks of sword light intertwined inside the hall, both moving at an extreme speed.

One’s Swordsmanship was elusive as a fleeting celestial shadow; his Feihong Sword was lightning fast, and when unleashed, his Sword Qi covered the sky, formidable in power.

The countless sword holes in the walls of Fengtian Hall, illuminated by piercing shafts of light, were the work of this person’s Sword Qi.

The other person’s sword light circled tightly around, protecting both his own surroundings and the person behind the bead curtain on a high seat in the royal Dragon Robe.

His Swordsmanship, subtle and intricate, unraveled deftly like thread from a cocoon, gentle as spring rain, both grand and unending, capable of withstanding the well-known Ye Gucheng, Lord of White Cloud City.

Inside the room, swords clashed with a flicker, and Qi Force stirred in the shadows.

These two great Swordsmen seemed to be evenly matched, fighting to a stalemate for the time being.

However, it was clear that both were holding back, not yet utilizing the Yin God Power to tap into the full potential of Heaven and Earth Power.

The former might have found himself surrounded and realized the situation was desperate, unwilling to exhaust his energy prematurely at an inopportune moment.

The latter, perhaps aware of being slightly less capable, dared not waste his effort rashly, opting to move only if his enemy did.

Jiang Dali and Xiao Feng had only glanced upon entering but had already made a judgment about the battle before them.

At the same time, both were particularly curious about this person capable of matching Ye Gucheng.

However, very soon, Jiang Dali’s expression changed drastically as he stared in amazement at the wandering man in worn-out boots and an old sword scabbard, but clad in brand-new purple clothes.

Especially striking was the treasured sword in the man’s hand, flashing with a green gleam, which made Jiang Dali immediately recall a person he had heard of in rumors on the Jianghu Forum in a previous life.

"So, it is actually him!"

Jiang Dali said in a low voice, his eyes shining with wonder.

Xiao Feng asked in surprise, "Who is this brave man?"

Jiang Dali smiled faintly and said, "In the heavens above, in Bai Yujing, across the twelve buildings and five cities, immortals touch my head, I bind my hair and receive longevity.

This Martial World has legends of seven weapons; you’ve probably heard of them. Among the seven weapons, one of them is a sword."

"The Longevity Sword!?"

Xiao Feng’s expression turned serious as he looked at the man with the image of a wanderer and said, "Is he Bai Yujing, the one with the Longevity Sword?"

"Correct."

Jiang Dali looked at Bai Yujing keenly, "It seems the rumors were right that Bai Yujing has a significant background, likely a member of the Ming Royal Family, perhaps even a Prince. Now that the Emperor is in trouble, he naturally comes back to rescue him.

Indeed, he is someone beyond my expectations and indeed a person with real strength."

As Jiang Dali spoke, he glanced at a man in a Python Robe lying on the floor, his eyes slightly condensed as he said, "The Southern King is dead."

"That’s right! This traitor has been executed by my command."

At this moment, the middle-aged man in the Dragon Robe protected by Bai Yujing spoke up.

He had seemed as if in meditation with eyes closed, but as he spoke, he slowly opened his eyes.

Those eyes, radiating with formidable majesty and a divine aura, fixed on Jiang Dali and Xiao Feng. In an instant, both felt an indescribable force of deterrence, causing them to involuntarily focus their spirits intently.

"Worthy of being the Emperor of a nation. He must possess some sort of Qi Fortune or Life Chart acknowledged by the Holy Dynasty to exude such deterrence.

Moreover, he now seems to be emitting a red glow."

Jiang Dali, fixating on the Ming Emperor who was beginning to radiate an intense red aura, felt a flicker of surprise in his heart. Yet, he maintained his composure as he glanced at the old eunuch and the other seven Shadow Eunuchs standing behind the Emperor.

In addition to these, there were over ten guards, all internal experts with bulging temples, their eyes beaming with sharp brilliance. They stared at everyone through the beaded curtains, eyes unblinking and on high alert.

Jiang Dali did not notice the presence of Cao Zhengchun, the East Factory Director.

But just these Inner Palace Experts, coupled with that eunuch, were likely no ordinary opponents even for strong individuals in the Gang Qi Realm.

If the old eunuch was also disguised and lurking among them, then such an array would mean the safety of the Ming Emperor was as solid as a golden soup.

However, at this moment, Jiang Dali was no longer concerned about the safety of the Ming Emperor but his own.

Currently, the Emperor was exhibiting a bizarre hostility towards him, which made Jiang Dali unable to judge whether the Emperor harbored resentment for his previous forced entry into the Forbidden City or intended to harm him today.

As he was steeped in his doubts, the straightforward Xiao Feng was already respectfully saluting the Ming Emperor with a clasped fist.

The Ming Emperor smiled slightly, "Hero Xiao, there is no need for such courtesy. You have come to save the day, and I must reward you handsomely."

With that, the Ming Emperor turned to look at Jiang Dali, a chilling smile creeping at the corner of his mouth, his eyes flashing coldly, yet his voice was gentle, slowly articulating, "And you, Black Wind Village Chief Jiang Dali, I must reward you handsomely as well. Tell me, what do you desire?"

Jiang Dali slightly furrowed his brow, looking at the Ming Emperor whose hostility was intensifying, then suddenly grinned, "Since the Emperor wishes to reward me, of course, I will not be modest. What I want is simple, Emperor, how about you just smile for me?"

No sooner had these words left his lips than the temperature in the hall seemed to drop several degrees.

Xiao Feng instantly sensed something was amiss.

The smile on the Emperor’s face turned colder, and he spoke lightly, "Am I not smiling at you right now? Since you cannot think of any reward you want, I will decide for you and grant you the highest honor."

His speech paused.

The Emperor’s gaze had turned icy, his expression stern, as he pronounced each word distinctly.

"I shall grant you death today!!"

Jiang Dali’s eyes narrowed, and he slowly let out a laugh, the corners of his mouth curving into an ever-bigger smile.

That smile widened into a boisterous laugh, which overpowered the sounds of swords in the hall, his abundant true energy causing the roof tiles of Fengtian Hall to tremble, and the beams seemed to shake.

He laughed heartily, "To think the Ming Emperor would be so arrogant at this moment. Could it be that you think you have me at your mercy?"

"Black Wind Village Chief, do not be rampant. Have you forgotten how disgracefully you fled from my hands last time?"

An eerie voice suddenly resounded.

There, the shadowy figure of the old eunuch stepped forward, slowly lifted his drooping head, revealing a young yet sinister pale face with a pair of subtly green eyes filled with killing intent.

"It’s you! So you indeed are here."

Xiao Feng angrily pointed at the old eunuch, then turned to the Emperor with a gradually understanding and stern look in his eyes.

And at this time.

The entire hall’s splendidly dancing sword light suddenly retracted, as if a myriad of stars were swallowed by the galaxy, disappearing, returning to their sheaths.

At that moment, the world-renowned Feihong Sword was being held in a pair of slender and fair palms.

These palms were long and thin, indeed the perfect hands for wielding a sword.

A sword held by such hands was sure to be stable, precise, and swift.

The owner of these hands was a paragon among people, with striking beauty and an upright stature, his aura one of lofty and cold pride.

Even in the face of danger, he remained calm and composed, as if life and death were nothing more than trivial matters to him.

The City Lord of White Cloud City—Ye Gucheng.

When Ye Gucheng’s sword was sheathed.

In Bai Yujing’s hands, the Changsheng Sword radiating a green glow was also returned to its sheath.

The two men seemed to have an understanding, neither moving unless necessary, now both refraining from action.

Ye Gucheng’s gaze shifted to Jiang Dali, a faint sneer flashing through his disdainful eyes, he spoke lightly, "Black Wind Village Chief, are you satisfied with this outcome?"

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