Peace Order

Martial Arts Legend, a existence that transcends the realm of Grandmasters and has shattered the barriers ahead, within this vast world, numerous conflicts arose, countless heroes of troubled times, those who could be called legends in the past, were no more than four people.

And now, Murong Longtu had broken the body of the invincible military god and had left with composure. Outside the gates of the Imperial Palace, thousands of imperial guards, clad in armor and armed with weapons, could advance no further.

Jiang Wanxiang said, "Stop here, gentlemen."

The Emperor, with a smile, said, "Today, only two have come to seek me out for a drink."

"I, too, have had quite a drunken bout."

The armored soldiers stopped in their tracks as Li Guanyi, carrying "a branch of spring" from Jiangnan, leapt from the Star-picking Tower and descended from the sky. The young man’s deep blue robe billowed, his temples slightly lifted, the Divine Charm of the Qilin moving through the air, as he landed on the ground.

Li Guanyi landed, holding a wine pot in his left hand, stretching out his right to grasp the Battle Halberd.

Lifted it.

With a movement of his wrist, rotating it once, the halberd’s edge pointed to the earth as the young man tilted his head back, took a hearty drink amidst the encirclement of thousands of armored soldiers, and walked away, carefree and composed.

It only seemed as though Li Guanyi was at ease when he walked past the area where Sword Madman had gone.