Patrol Captain

In the Northern Liang royal palace, the world changed color in an instant.

Golden light filled the sky, and the fortune of Beiliang erupted instantly, transforming into an invisible giant mountain that pressed Chen Yuan's body down. His blood and qi surged, and the void around him was as solid as a diamond. Heaven and earth turned into stubborn rocks, trying to seal him away.

It was as if a high and mighty god had been cast down to the mortal realm. Below, the various forces of Beiliang, upon seeing this, had a glint in their eyes, switching back and forth between hesitation and gritted teeth.

To attack a martial saint of the world was something that would never have been thought of before; it was simply audacious. But with the encouragement of the King of Beiliang, some people actually took the opportunity to rise up.

"Our Qingfeng Pavilion is willing to lend Your Highness a hand, lest our Northern Liang be left without men!"

"Just like my Wanshou Palace, this is how a true man should be!"

"........."

Once one person takes the lead, a second, a third...

Under the highly inflammatory words of Liang King Xiao Zhongtian and the leading performances of several powerful figures from Northern Liang, streaks of light shot into the sky, shouts rang out, and the cries grew increasingly passionate.

"What should a Martial Saint do?" "You think Beiliang has no one to rely on? Bring your sword!"

It's like being bullied by the ultimate villain for a long time, then transformed from a disaster movie into a shonen anime, with an incredibly grand scale and a variety of deadly moves, creating a spectacular scene:

Someone slammed a compass down on the ground, performing a ritualistic movement. Soon, silver lines of energy appeared on the ground, followed by a rumbling sound as the ground transformed into a "sky-locking cage," closing in from all four corners and converging towards the ferocious golden dragon rampaging in the square, trapping it within.

Someone snapped their fingers and made a hand seal, shouting "Thunder God, help me!" A crackling sound rang out in the sky, and a pillar of lightning tore through the air, descending from the heavens, a divine thunderbolt striking straight down from the top of the sky.

Someone drew their sword, its cold light like frost, and a sword intent refined to its extreme cleaved through the air, as if splitting the sky in two.

Someone roared like thunder, their muscles and bones like dragons, unleashing the "Mountain Moving Seal," and a massive mountain materialized, hurled towards the center of the flowing light...

In an instant, thunder and fire clashed, wind and clouds swirled, and many martial arts masters from Northern Liang attacked together, their momentum several times stronger than the combined attack of the four great generals earlier.

The heavens and earth seemed to be torn apart by this force, creating a magnificent scene. Many people unleashed their killing moves, truly intending to bring a martial saint of the era to his knees!

However, an incident occurred during this time, which resulted in a disturbance.

Outside the inner hall, as everyone launched their attack in unison, someone did the opposite.

Someone unleashed a measuring ruler, shattering a beam of sword light that shot into the sky. The clanging of metal against metal echoed, and various Daoist weapons of different shapes and colors were swept down.

Someone was startled, and then saw a group of people under the pillars.

"Han Zhong, does your Dongxuan Mountain intend to aid and abet evil and make an enemy of the entire Beiliang?" someone asked in shock and anger.

"Hmph, you've all been used without even realizing it. Go and stop the others' attack!" Han Zhong merely snorted coldly, then turned his head and spoke sternly to the group of people from Dongxuan Mountain behind him.

Behind him, Chu Yu's disciples had already drawn their swords, their faces solemn. They immediately leaped forward and slashed, blocking the attacks of the others, their weapons falling like rain.

"Stop them! From now on, Beiliang will not tolerate Dongxuan Mountain..."

Someone quickly drank loudly.

Now that they've already made their move, some people are determined to go all the way down this path, their minds filled with a sense of "collectiveness" as people of Beiliang, their blood boiling, and they absolutely cannot tolerate Dongxuan Mountain's actions.

Then, a group of people with hostile eyes spontaneously attacked the group from Dongxuan Mountain. In an instant, swords flashed and metal clanged.

At the same time, above everyone's heads, a sky full of killing intent soared into the sky, and at the center of the convergence, there was a continuous roar.

"boom"

"Boom!" "Boom!"

Various deadly techniques bombarded Chen Yuan's True Dragon Armor, which was instantly sealed.

The continuous bursts of light from the explosions engulfed Chen Yuan!

The crowd bombarded them relentlessly, their eyes filled with fear and determination. Once they made their move, there was no turning back.

Even if someone realizes they've been caught up in the situation, it's too late.

In this atmosphere, everyone could only desperately use their strength, hoping that the martial saint would perish here so that everyone could live in peace.

So let's get this over with!
Some people are in a daze, confused and bewildered, their mouths gleaming with cold light, their hearts roaring.

At that moment, in the main hall of the royal palace, which was drafty on all sides and only a few dragon-shaped pillars remained intact, Xiao Zhongtian, the King of Beiliang, who had activated his royal seal and unleashed his luck to suppress Chen Yuan's supernatural powers in an instant, looked up at the sky. His slanted eyes seemed to be trying to see through the continuous terrifying spiritual light to see the scene inside.

His eyes flashed with a murderous intent that seemed to overflow!
This person is too arrogant, he has ruined his years of hard work in one fell swoop!
Xiao Zhongtian raised his hand, one sleeve billowing, his palm facing the sky, aimed at the center of the storm, and an astonishingly dangerous aura spewed out from his palm!

at this time,

“xiu”

A sudden, sharp sound rang out.

Xiao Zhongtian raised his other hand and grabbed, letting iron powder flow from his fingers. Then, his terrifying tiger eyes looked to one side of the crowd, finally settling on a figure in the crowd wearing a scarlet official robe, with white hair at the temples and an extraordinary temperament.

The other person's expression remained normal, though their look still held a hint of doubt.

"Since Xu Shaoqing has intervened to stop me, why pretend you don't know?" Xiao Zhongtian's gaze was sharp as a knife, and his voice was gloomy.

The surrounding crowd stirred and automatically parted, their gazes falling in surprise and suspicion upon the imperial envoy—Xu Liang, the Vice Minister of the Court of Imperial Sacrifices!

"Lord Xu, you..." Even the court officials accompanying him, including Zuo Zongren, were shocked. How could he act rashly at a time like this?

Xu Liang was surprised that his secret attack was detected by Xiao Zhongtian in an instant. He was startled, but he did not show any fear on his face. He put his hands behind his back, secretly released his aura, and stepped forward.

"General Chen is the Martial Saint of the Great Qian Dynasty, and the Prince is a member of the Tian family. I am willing to mediate between the two of them!"

"Making a scene like this won't benefit anyone!"

Xiao Zhongtian burst into laughter upon hearing this.
"What a convenient but no-win situation!"

"This man treats my royal residence with utter disregard for its inhabitants, while you, I may call you Lord Xu if I am pleased, but if I am not, you won't even have a chance to speak!"

"Take him down for me!"

He shouted fiercely and struck Xu Liang with a palm strike from a distance. The powerful energy sent Xu Liang flying backward.

Then he suddenly raised his hand, and a beam of crimson-gold light flew out from his palm like a cold star, shooting directly and tearing apart all the explosive spiritual light. With unparalleled power, it pierced through the chest of the white-clad martial saint in the spiritual light!
A crimson-gold spear pierced through Chen Yuan, who let out a muffled groan. The spear carried a powerful and terrifying aura of a celestial being!

Chen Yuan also sensed the presence of that celestial being from this aura!

Back then, outside Chengdu, he defied the heavens and the people, and one of them disappeared!
It turns out to be here!
As Chen Yuan felt the pain of his chest being torn apart by the aura of the Heavenly Being, his eyes twitched wildly with ferocity, and he let out an extremely violent laugh!

"So, you were hiding here!" (End of Chapter)