Pfft!!

Wen Pojun's gaze froze.

Yang Huanyun's spear pierced his throat.

"Well!"

"I……"

Wen Pojun wanted to say something, but couldn't get the words out. His eyes were wide open as he stared at the young couple in front of him.

Yang Huanyun drew his gun.

Wen Pojun knelt down, covered his throat with his hands to catch his breath, and a smile appeared on his face.

"From this day forward..."

"You two little rascals..."

"He will be the strongest gunslinger in the world..."

He finished speaking.

Wen Pojun fell backward.

Even in death, he still had a smile on his face.

Yang Huanyun had no time to savor the thrill of killing a grandmaster. He quickly helped Zhao Yan up and asked worriedly, "Ayan, how are you?"

Zhao Yan put his hand on Yang Huanyun's shoulder and said, "Help me across."

It was already evening of the second day.

The sun set again.

This process is repeated every day.

The sunset glow drifted above the palace, adding an even stronger sense of bloodshed to the already crimson walls.

Ignoring his own injuries, Zhao Yan, with Yang Huanyun's help, walked to Wen Pojun's side.

“Ah Yun, look, he’s still smiling.”

Yang Huanyun asked suspiciously, "Why is he laughing?"

“I don’t know either,” Zhao Yan said seriously. “Perhaps what he said about life being truly lonely is true…”

Yang Huanyun said, "I don't understand."

Zhao Yan said, "A young man who defeated Yuan Zhang and became invincible in spear fighting ultimately died at the hands of us younger generation. Perhaps this was a kind of inheritance in his heart!"

Yang Huanyun nodded as if she understood, supported Zhao Yan with one hand and maintained her balance with the other, and bowed to Wen Pojun's body.

"What are you doing?" Zhao Yan asked.

"The legendary gunman died by my gun. He taught me a lot and deserves respect," Yang Huanyun said solemnly.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yan did not reply, but bowed to Wen Pojun.

dusk.

The setting sun was like blood.

...

In Changsui City.

The ghostly mist dissipated.

All the swordsmen returned to their original places.

After settling the people in, Zhao Huan, accompanied by Lian Zhongyi and his personal guards, passed through the eastern part of the city and headed towards the palace.

The palace gates had been occupied by Zhao's army, and soldiers lined both sides to welcome them.

Just as Zhao Huan's horse was about to enter the palace, Lian Zhongyi grabbed Zhao Huan's shoulder.

Zhao Huan simply stopped without asking Lian Zhongyi what he was thinking.

"Old general, once you go in, there's no turning back."

Zhao Huan rarely showed a hearty smile.

Lian Zhongyi vaguely remembered that the last time his old comrade-in-arms showed such an expression was when they were both still very young.

“Old Lian, ever since the five thousand Dragon Spear Guards came down the mountain, there’s been no turning back.”

Lian Zhongyi felt relieved, took a deep breath, and said, "I will hold your hand and grow old with you."

"acid."

Zhao Huan glanced at Lian Zhongyi with disdain and said, "Only my young sons would say something like that."

Lian Zhongyi fell silent.

Zhao Huan turned to look ahead and urged his warhorse to continue forward.

"My lads, come with me to the palace to meet the Emperor!"

...

Tianze Palace.

Yuan Xiu huddled behind the dragon throne, his hair disheveled, watching Zhao Cheng walk towards him.

Yuan Li gripped the armrest of the dragon throne tightly with one hand, her whole body trembling.

What are you two afraid of?

As Zhao Cheng walked, he said, "I'm your dear brother-in-law!"

"Don't come any closer!" Yuan Li said, pointing at Zhao Cheng.

Zhao Cheng sneered, "His Majesty hasn't spoken yet, do you have the right to speak?"

Just as Zhao Cheng was about to continue forward, Gong Xue suddenly blocked his way.

Seeing this, Zhao Hu quickly moved closer.

Bang!!!

A loud bang.

It's not a contest between the Two-Broken Blade and the Alluring Sword.

Instead, a hole suddenly appeared in the roof of Tianze Palace.

All the crowd saw was a figure in blue slowly descending, holding a scroll in his left hand and a sword in his right.

Zhao Cheng said, "Xu Qingshan, when did you start acting so pretentious?"

Zhao Hu quickly pulled Zhao Cheng back, and Gong Xue also quickly took a step back.

Zhao Cheng, who was not skilled in martial arts, could not sense the sword energy that descended with Xu Qingshan, but Zhao Hu and Gong Xue both keenly sensed the immense danger.

The moment Xu Qingshan's toes touched the ground, countless sword energies suddenly shot into the sky.

A sword aura descended from above and another descended from below appeared simultaneously. Zhao Hu protected Zhao Cheng, blocking the attack with his sword.

However, half of the soldiers who came in with Zhao Cheng collapsed and could not get up.

Zhao Cheng asked, "When did this guy become so strong?"

Zhao Hu said, "He's a grandmaster."

Zhao Cheng exclaimed in surprise, "Another Grandmaster has joined the Left Prime Minister's residence?!"

When Xu Qingshan landed, his gaze remained fixed on the book, and only now did he glance at Zhao Cheng.

Upon meeting Xu Qingshan's gaze, Zhao Cheng suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if a sword had pierced it.

"Don't look at him!" Zhao Hu immediately covered Zhao Cheng's eyes.

Zhao Cheng shouted, "What the hell? Can eyes kill?"

Zhao Hu said, "The Impermanent Soul Reaper has mastered the Impermanent Sword Qi after becoming a Grandmaster!"

Xu Qingshan gave a cold snort, and without taking a step, he transformed into a green figure, knocking Gong Xue away. He then grabbed Yuan Xiu and Yuan Li, one in each hand, and flew out through the hole in the roof with the two brothers.

Just then, Zhao Yan, Yang Huanyun, and Lü Lu ran in.

Zhao Cheng shouted, "We can't let him capture the emperor! Go after him!"

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