Chu Xiafeng was horrified when he heard this, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

A stray arrow shot towards him from behind, and Bu Tiange used his true energy to break it in half.

A cold female voice pierced his ears, pulling his mind back to reality. "If you don't do anything wrong, you don't have to worry about ghosts knocking on your door. Isn't that right, Alliance Leader Chu?"

Chu Xiafeng then realized that he had just brushed past death. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and picked up the sword from the ground.

He lowered his brows in a look of deep sorrow and said, "Your Majesty, you may not be aware that Lin Tongchen died at the hands of this humble servant eighteen years ago... In a duel between the martial arts world, life and death are of no consequence."

"But he didn't die. Not only did he not die, he even came back to take my life."

Bu Tiange's eyes were cold, and every word he said was like a knife, piercing Chu Xiafeng's heart. "Alliance Leader Chu set up this Hongmen Banquet, but it was actually a trap for himself, and it has ensnared the entire martial arts world."

Eighteen years have passed, and the chivalrous young man is now forty years old. He has a wife who is in harmony with him and a beloved daughter who is yet to be married.

At this moment, Chu Xiafeng was tied up in many things, and his spirit had long been worn away by tenderness. Qing Xuan waited until this moment to take action, wanting to make him watch his wife and children separated and all his efforts go to waste.

It's ruthless to the extreme.

Chu Xiafeng closed his eyes, his expression dejected. "I thought it was a matter of good and evil, but it turns out to be a personal grudge of mine. Your Majesty has been troubled."

Bu Tiange carefully observed his reaction and suddenly said, "The dead cannot be resurrected. I was just making it up, but Alliance Leader Chu actually believed it. It seems like he really has something to hide."

"Your Majesty..." Chu Xiafeng was shocked.

Bu Tiange took up his sword and went up to the arena. Before leaving, he glanced at Chu Xiafeng again and said, "Alliance Leader Chu, please be at ease. This is an old matter, and I have no intention of delving into it."

I had no intention of delving into this further, so why should I mention this to him?

Moreover, judging from her conversation with Tongtian Sect Master, they obviously knew each other.

One is the newly enthroned young emperor, and the other is a big devil who will do anything to achieve his goal. They are so different from each other, how could they know each other?

Right now, various factions in Jianghu are fighting with Tongtian Sect. The situation is critical and Chu Xiafeng has no time to think carefully.

He soon discovered that the righteous knights participating in the melee had been replaced one after another, but the disciples of Tongtian seemed to have no strength, and their methods were more brutal than the other.

If this continues, the martial arts world may not be able to gain any benefit from it.

After much deliberation, he swung his sword and killed a Tongtian disciple who was about to attack him, and made a decision: "Retreat!"

On the ring.

Four or five martial arts heroes surrounded Qing Xuan, but they couldn't even touch the edge of the red dress.

The man with two swords was also in the battle. Seeing that they were outnumbered but still unable to defeat Qing Xuan, he couldn't help but curse: "You scoundrel, do you dare to fight me head-on?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a bright red light suddenly appeared in his face, and the cold light was blinding, and he easily took the big man's head.

There was a loud thud, and the head rolled to the ground, and the headless body slowly fell down.

And on that huge, round head, the big man's dazed expression was still vivid.

The silver knife stabbed red, leaving a trail of blood on the ground.

Qing Xuan looked at them with a weird and cruel smile, and there was a bright red line at the corner of his eye, not sure if it was rouge or blood.

He asked, "Is there anyone else who wants to fight me head-on?"

Everyone stepped back in fear.

The leader of Tongtian Sect was so young and handsome that they had not expected him to be so young that they even forgot where his name as the Demon Lord of Jianghu came from.

Just as they were filled with fear, a dark shadow flipped onto the stage, pointing the sword with an imposing aura.

Bu Tiange held the sword in his left hand and made hand gestures with his right hand. He said with a stern look, "And me."