"ah……"
With another scream, Sang Zhizhou's figure soared into the sky.
“Clatter…”
The dark room exploded in an instant, and the aura spread out, immediately attracting the surrounding hidden guards.
"Cough cough cough... Oops..." The old man cursed inwardly and dragged his body to quickly open the dark room. Before leaving, he turned back to look at Sang Zhi, who was lying on the ground twitching constantly. It seemed that he would not last more than half an hour.
What a shame…
"Here."
There was a noisy sound in the distance.
The old man withdrew his gaze and left the spot.
"It's the Eighth Prince."
"No, this aura, there is a powerful internal force impacting the Eighth Prince."
"Hurry, bring him back to the palace. If the Eighth Prince dies here, we will all die."
The secret guards rushed in and took the man back to the palace.
——
Three days passed in a blink of an eye, and the closed city of Kyoto reopened.
Thousands of people searched without any results, and many people felt that hope was slim.
"Hey, it's closed every other day, how can we still do business?"
"Last time, the blockade lasted for more than half a day, and many people died. This time, the city gates were reopened after only three days. Let's be content."
"The body of the eldest daughter of the Three Days General's Mansion has not been found yet. I guess it will never be found again."
"That's right. It's so hot now. It should have smelled bad in three days. If we find it, it will be completely unrecognizable. It's better not to look for it... Ouch..."
Before the man could finish his words, he was hit by a horsewhip. The pain made him jump up and down, holding his back.
The crowd that had gathered together to gossip scattered in horror.
A swift horse whizzed past them.
"Then... the person on horseback seems to be General Xiang."
"It's him. General Xiang has returned to the capital. Judging from the direction he's heading, he's heading straight for the palace..."
"Oh my, it looks like something big is going to happen."
Everyone looked at the horses in the distance and talked about it. Xiang Minghou was a well-known killer who was fearless. If he rushed straight into the palace, something bad would definitely happen.
Xiang Minghou's face was stern, his eyes were dark and bloodshot, his hands holding the reins were bloodshot, and the rope around the horse was stuck in the horse's neck, also bloodshot.
"drive."
The horse felt pain, neighed, and ran faster.
At the palace gate, the guards watched as a fast horse galloped towards them like mad.
"Who is coming?"
"dismount……"
"Someone, someone is breaking into the palace...ah..."
The guards cried out in panic, and just as everyone was about to move forward, a horse whip came and flung the person away.
Xiang Minghou pulled the reins but did not slow down at all.
"Someone, stop him."
Xiang Minghou kicked with his foot, and the big knife hanging on the horse rose up in an instant. He raised his hand to grab it and swept the knife across.
The bright sword weighed over a hundred pounds and came out with internal force. The long sword was nothing compared to it.
The guards rushed forward, but were instantly struck by the sword and killed on the spot, and were then blown away by the internal force.
"Back off, everyone back off." Seeing that they were no match for the enemy, no one dared to rush forward rashly.
"General Xiang, do you know that breaking into the palace without permission is a serious crime punishable by extermination of nine generations of your clan?" The leader of the troops at the palace gate recognized the newcomer at a glance.
"Destroy the entire clan? Let him do it." Xiang Minghou said coldly, tightening the reins with one hand and holding a big knife with the other.
The horse neighed and rushed into the palace gate.
The leader's body swayed, and if he had not dodged in time, the tall horse would have knocked him away.
"Hurry and report to the Emperor that Marquis Xiang Ming broke into the palace with a knife."
The Embroidered Uniform Guards, soldiers, and palace guards all moved at this moment.
Xiang Minghou was filled with murderous aura. He was standing on a horse and holding a two-meter-long sword. Wherever he passed, there was a sea of blood.
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