YM778.TV Chapter 236 - 236: 199: Enter the Imperial City, Kill the
Chapter 236 - 236: 199: Enter the Imperial City, Kill the
Upon receiving the news, people from all sides began to subtly blend amongst the ordinary populace, converging towards the Imperial City.
As the Land of Ultimate Virtue in the Great Ming empire, Tiandu can be described as the most prosperous place. The streets near the Imperial City are especially so, lined with all kinds of merchants.
The bustling streets are filled with endless varieties of goods. Not only are there unique treasures from various parts of Great Ming, but there are also rare items from outside the border and from the Western Regions.
The busy streets, bustling crowd, and merchants weave the grand tapestry of this thriving era.
“Heh heh, what a pity that this thriving prosperity has drained the essence from the rest of the world. Without the supply from all the states of the world, I fear Tiandu would not be so flourishing,” Zhao Baiyang reflected to himself while sat at a distant tea table.
Through all these years, he had traveled across the entire territory of Great Ming, and nowhere else has he seen such prosperity compare to what lay before him.
Even in several other capital cities, their flourishing prosperity dwindled in comparison to this.
But in his eyes, the magnificence in front of him is false and fragile like a bubble, bound to burst once pricked.
“This Lord, who has long resided in a remote place, has not seen such a spectacle for quite a long time,” said Xue Wuheng, the leader of the Sky Demon Sect, sighing, “What a pity, it will soon be reduced to ashes.”
The Demonic Cult has been suppressed by the Taoist School for centuries; forced to reside in remote corners and incapable of infiltrating prosperous areas.
Even though he has lived a life of luxury and extravagance, such a scene is not often seen. What’s more, their upcoming actions will wipe out everything here.
“To reduce it to ashes is to build new prosperity upon the ruins, ” Zhao Baiyang may regret it, but he isn’t the least bit moved by it.
Xue Wuheng neither agreed nor disagreed with Zhao Baiyang’s words. To him, his previous comment was just a sigh.
Only when the world fell into chaos again would the Saint Teachings have another chance to rise. Otherwise, under the joint pressure of the Great Ming court and the Taoist and Buddhism Schools, they would never have a chance to flourish.
As for what Zhao Baiyang said, he didn’t care or believe in it.
The inheritance of the Saint teachings was long and far surpassed the ordinary Mire Sect. He didn’t believe in the notions of the Mire Sect and thought they were all fanciful dreams.
As long as people exist, there will always be desires, oppression, those who are high-ranking, and those who are low-ranking.
If the day that the Mire Sect was talking about ever came, the Saint Teachings would have probably been eradicated long ago.
“Hypocrites to the extreme,” the Ghost Emperor of Fengdu sneered.
In his eyes, these two were the epitome of hypocrisy.
They were clearly the masterminds behind the destruction of this place, but they pretended to be saviors, weeping for the world.
Zhao Baiyang and Xue Wuheng looked at each other, each letting out a faint laugh, turning a deaf ear to the Ghost Emperor’s words.
Their actions couldn’t help but make the Ghost Emperor’s mouth twitch, his expression unchanged.
If it weren’t for the fact that the power of each of these two was no less formidable than his own, he would surely have made them suffer.
Yu Yiyao, sitting on the side, kept her head down to drink tea, not daring to utter a word.
In front of her, any one of these three people was a dominating force in the world.
Three people, three perspectives.
As supreme figures in the martial arts world, each of them had their own cognition and ideas, which could not be easily changed by anyone.
She couldn’t help but wonder if it were not for their shared interests and goals, which allowed them to join forces for a short time, if it had been like before, I’m afraid the three of them would already be at each other’s throats.
Time flew by quickly.
Zhao Baiyang put down his teacup and gave a slight nod to Yu Yiyao.
Yu Yiyao understood the meaning of her master and got up, gesturing to several people of the Mire Sect nearby.
Those people took out several of the Thousand -Li Fires from their bosoms and pulled the triggers without hesitation.
Boom, boom, boom…
Several Thousand-Li Fires shot towards the sky, bursting into the air.
The originally noisy street became quiet at this sudden disturbance, and then, like a thunderstorm, it sparked chaos.
Then, there were continuous explosions by the Thousand-Li Fire in the sky around the Imperial City.
Upon seeing countless Thousand -Li Fires exploding, the guard in the Imperial City was taken aback at first, then his face changed dramatically, and he yelled, “Enemy attack!”
As he was shouting, Zhao Baiyang’s resonant voice echoed within several miles:
“The tyrant acts unjustly, oppresses the people, causing the people to live in dire misery. Today, as the head of the Mire Sect, I, Zhao Baiyang, have entered Tiandu to slay the dragon, only to return peace to the world!” Silence!
A silence as quiet as death.
Which of the people living in Tiandu didn’t know that the Mire Sect was rebellious, and that the head of the Mire Sect was the leader of the rebels?
The great name of Zhao Baiyang, the head of the Mire Sect, is known to all.
Boom…
As if oil had been poured onto a fire, Long Street suddenly boiled over, countless people hurriedly fled, trying to stay far away from this area.
“Rebel, you’re courting death!”
An official soldier of Great Ming roared angrily.
“Attack!” Yu Yiyao drew her long sword and waved it.
“Attack!” Countless martial artists drew their swords, shouted, and charged towards the Imperial City.
For a time, the originally bustling street suddenly became a chaotic mess, filled with the sounds of fighting and clashing swords.
“Tiandu and the Imperial City are treacherous places. It is forbidden for anyone in the martial arts world. I have long heard of it.” Zhao Baiyang sighed lightly and asked the two supreme figures in the martial arts world beside him: “Are you two willing to follow me, Zhao, into the Imperial City?”
A smile was on his face, seemingly indifferent to the danger of what was to follow, calm and composed.
Xue Wuheng, the leader of the Sky Demon Sect, also smiled lightly: “Since you have extended the invitation, I, Snow Someone, will naturally accompany you..”