Great Li Martial God

"Why don't Commander Song explain how exactly that prince who wandered in a remote small city for fifteen years is not simple?"

Zhang He asked with narrowed eyes. Song Shanyue furrowed his brow and pondered for a moment, but soon shook his head again, "Hard to say."

Seeing this, Zhang He sneered and said, "This time I'm afraid Commander Song is overthinking it. How complicated can a green youth of about twenty years be?"

"Is he an Innate expert? A Master? A Grand Master? He can't possibly be a Heaven-Human, can he?"

Saying this, Zhang He straightened his own robes and said, "It's normal for Commander Song to be cautious, but don't be overly nervous. Moreover... what Commander Song may not be aware of is that we're not the only ones who want to kill that prince!"

Hearing this, Song Shanyue raised his eyes to look at the wastrel young master before him. He heard the other continue, "There are too many people who hate the Great Li court. There are always some who see eye to eye with us heroes. After all, such good opportunities are rare."

"The matter of the real and fake princes has long spread throughout the jianghu. Who knows how many eyes from across the land are watching this Great Li imperial capital. If at this time someone were to cut off that real prince's head and hang it high on the gates of Shangyang City, tell me, wouldn't that be satisfying?"

"I imagine that even if Emperor Yuanwu isn't heartbroken, he'd probably be angered half to death, haha..."

Zhang He spoke while laughing loudly, as if just thinking about this matter was extremely gratifying.

Song Shanyue remained silent. Only after the other stopped laughing did he say, "He's already heading to the Tianjin Guards headquarters accompanied by Sun Changyu. I can't guarantee I can kill him, nor can I guarantee I'll be the one to personally kill him." Hearing this, Zhang He's young wastrel face immediately became indifferent as he said, "The opportunity is rare. Even if Commander Song doesn't think for yourself, you should think of your son. You must do your utmost!"

"Additionally, Commander Song only needs to know one thing. The process doesn't matter in all things. I only look at results."

Just then, muffled thunder rang out from the horizon. Zhang He turned to look outside through the carved lattice window, then a sinister smile appeared on his face, "It's about to rain. Perfect timing for killing. Commander Song better hurry."

Having said this, Zhang He held his head and pushed the door open, cursing and clamoring to go find his uncle, the Vice Minister of Revenue.

Song Shanyue watched his departing back, his eyes gloomy. He slammed a palm on the desk behind him.

The next moment, the desk silently collapsed into a pile of fragments. Before long, the entire hall was extremely quiet, already completely empty with no one present.

...

Dark clouds rolled across the entire imperial capital's sky, as if covered by a massive ink cloth. The carriage Li Musheng rode in traveled along streets where pedestrians were gradually becoming scarce.

A bolt of lightning like a sharp sword split the long sky. In an instant, it illuminated the long street ahead in ghastly white. Immediately following, another startling thunder crashed with a boom, as if about to shatter heaven and earth.

Dense raindrops began falling on the carriage's canopy with pattering sounds. The originally sparse common people on the road immediately scattered in all directions, running toward shop eaves at the side to take shelter from the rain.

In an instant, the entire horizon seemed like the Heavenly River had burst its banks. Torrential rain poured down like an overturned basin. Fierce wind howled and slanted the rain. The shop signs by the roadside swayed violently.

Li Musheng sat bored in the still rapidly moving carriage. The wheels rolled, splashing up large sheets of water.

The long street that had been lively just moments ago now became extremely desolate under the raging rainstorm. Only the sound of rain and intermittent thunderclaps rang out.

When the carriage turned into an even more desolate street and alley, Chief Eunuch Sun Changyu, who had originally been resting with closed eyes, suddenly opened them wide.

He looked toward Li Musheng who appeared not to have noticed anything, his face solemn, "There's killing intent."

Having said this, his figure flashed like a gracefully flying red swallow, shooting out from the carriage window.

The next instant, Chief Eunuch Sun Changyu's figure turned in the rain, lightly landing on the back of the horse ahead.

Seeing this, the driver who was cracking the whip to urge the horses immediately understood. He pulled the reins tight, causing the galloping horses to suddenly stop.

Then he reached out and pulled a cloth-wrapped long blade from under the driver's seat.

With a light shake, the oilcloth suddenly burst and scattered. The driver casually gripped the hilt and leaped upright. The sharp blade tip flashed with cold light, immediately filled with killing intent.

The entire process was seamless, as if it had been etched into the driver's very bones.

At this moment, all around was the sound of rain beating against shop eaves and the bluestone street surface. Thick water mist permeated several zhang high, making distant and near scenery in the rain curtain blurry and unclear.

Chief Eunuch Sun Changyu and the driver stood quietly. Both released their true qi outward. The rainwater between heaven and earth seemed to drift around them. From beginning to end, their robes hadn't been stained by even half a drop of water.

At the same time, a person slowly walked toward them from the street ahead where rain poured down in torrents.

This person wore a bamboo hat and raincoat, holding a bamboo staff that tapped the ground with "clack clack" sounds, appearing especially clear amid the noise of falling rain.

Behind the carriage, two swordsmen in blue clothing rode tall horses, galloping through splashing water.

Only when they reached several zhang from the carriage did they suddenly stop amid a long neighing horse cry.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

Two more masked figures in black suddenly leaped from behind shops on both sides of the long street, bringing gusts of wind-whistling sounds as they penetrated the rain curtain, quietly crouching on rooftops.

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"Five people!"

"Moreover, every single one is at the Martial Dao Grand Master realm."

The driver spoke in a hoarse voice, his gaze dark and unclear. Chief Eunuch Sun Changyu's face was gloomy as if about to drip water.

He stood on the horse's back, swept his gaze over the surrounding five people, and said sternly, "This place is the Great Li imperial capital. I advise you to retreat quickly and not err by yourselves!"

The soft voice penetrated the dense rain curtain, echoing within a radius of ten zhang.

At the same time, a cold true qi spread in all directions, rolling up rainwater between heaven and earth, going toward the five people with a rumble.

However, the five people around didn't move. That powerful energy strong enough to easily overturn the carriage quietly dissipated before them.

"No rush. Before you die, this old man must let you know whose hands you're dying by. Only then won't this old man's half month of exposure to wind and dew, these old bones running such a long road, be in vain."

The old man in raincoat ahead coughed and raised his face full of age spots, slowly speaking.

His words seemed to gain the approval of the other four around him.

However, the two masked figures in black on the rooftop only nodded silently without speaking.

One of the two swordsmen in blue laughed loudly and said, "Killing that dog emperor's son in this imperial capital is a great matter that can shake the jianghu. If we don't leave our names, wouldn't we waste such a fine deed?"

As soon as his words fell, the other swordsman in blue said coldly, "Remember, those who kill you are the Twin Heroes of the West Wind!"