Swords emerge from Mount Hua, sweeping across the heavens from the world of Swordsman.

"Alright, I'll go arrange it right away." Song Shidao nodded and left. Since his father had made the decision, there was no need for him to say anything more.

Goguryeo.

Fu Cailin stood facing south, his hands behind his back, his eyes flickering with uncertainty, as if a chessboard with heaven and earth as the chessboard and various forces as the pieces was constantly changing.

The three disciples, Fu Junzhuo, Fu Junyu, and Fu Junqiang, stood at the back.

After a moment, Fu Cailin spoke: "Make preparations, we will head to Chang'an immediately."

After the Shuanglong Army was stationed at Goguryeo, he felt a sense of unease.

Because the Shuanglong Army is not only stationing troops here, but also bringing trade and cultural influence, it will inevitably be assimilated and annexed if this continues.

As the guardian deity of Goguryeo, he was very unwilling to see this happen.

However, based on the analysis of the overall situation, Yue Zhuoqun would definitely take action against the Turks after unifying the Central Plains, and would not allow any unstable factors to exist in the rear.

Goguryeo either submitted voluntarily or was forcefully annexed.

He didn't want to see the country annexed, nor did he want to see his own people shed blood; he had no choice but to step forward and make a final stand.

The Battle of Chang'an was the last chance.

If Yue Zhuoqun can be suppressed, Goguryeo can continue to maintain stability; if he cannot be suppressed, then there is no need to resist further.

In the Turkic royal court, Khagan Jieli sat high on his throne, gazing down at two imposing men.

Turkic national teacher Zhao Deyan, and general Bi Xuan.

"Are you two going to Chang'an together?"

"Great Khan, the Wagang army has all practiced a secret martial art, and their physiques are far stronger than those of our grassland men. If they were to take over the Li Tang dynasty and concentrate all their efforts on dealing with the Turks, it would be very disadvantageous for us. Only by taking this opportunity to kill Yue Zhuoqun can the Turks have any chance of advancing into the Central Plains."

Bi Xuan exuded an inexplicably powerful and intimidating aura. Although he stood below, his presence was even more imposing than that of Jieli Khan.

Especially his eyes, which were filled with an eerie charm, cold yet spirited, as if he were an invincible god or demon who roamed the grasslands.

When he first started out, he was invincible on the grasslands, wielding a Moon Wolf Spear, and it was said that no one could knock him off his horse.

Later, he got lost in the desert, but by chance encountered a desert temple and mastered the "Flaming Sun Technique," thus becoming one of the three great martial arts masters in the world.

Given his strength and status, he naturally possessed absolute pride and self-confidence.

However, Yue Zhuoqun's victory over Ning Daoqi in Luoyang made him dare not underestimate him and regard him as his greatest rival in this life.

Zhao Deyan also spoke up: "The Li Tang dynasty has allied with our Turks. As allies, we have no reason to stand idly by."

Zhao Deyan is not only the Turkic national teacher, but also a successor of the Demonic Sect's Demonic Appearance School, nicknamed the Demonic Commander, and ranked third among the eight great masters of the Demonic Sect.

His claim of helping the Li Tang dynasty was merely a pretext; his true objective was to seize the Evil Emperor's Relic hidden in Yang Gong's Treasure Vault.

In the Turkic Khaganate, he served as the Grand Preceptor and General Bi Xuan, but the two were not exactly close.

He once challenged Bi Xuan, but was defeated by the Flaming Sun Technique. He wanted to use the Evil Emperor's Relic to enhance his power and fight Bi Xuan again.

Jieli Khan nodded: "In that case, I wish you both swift success."

In a meditation room at Wulou Temple in Chang'an, Shi Zhixuan sat cross-legged, but his mind was constantly shifting.

At times, he is like a virtuous and eminent monk, full of compassion, with wisdom and divine light shining in his eyes; at other times, he is filled with demonic energy, with a cold and stern face, and is full of killing intent.

The two opposing forces are locked in a fierce battle, and there is always the possibility of them going berserk.

Just then, the melodious sound of a flute drifted from the darkness, its lingering notes lingering and pleasing to the ear. Instantly, peace enveloped the surroundings, and all restlessness was soothed.

Shi Zhixuan, who was caught in a mental struggle, gradually calmed down amidst the sound of the flute.

"Qingxuan".

His breathing was peaceful, and his eyes revealed a loving gaze as he looked out the window.

"We must address these mental health issues as soon as possible."

His split personality and dual personality were caused by the Immortal Seal Technique killing his beloved wife, Bi Xiuxin.

Over the years, not only has the problem not been solved, but it has also become more serious.

I'm really worried that one day I'll lose control and hurt my daughter Qingxuan again.

The Evil Emperor's Relic!

It contains the true energy and spiritual insights of successive evil emperors, making it no less valuable than a martial arts treasure to the members of the Demonic Sect.

Obtaining it might resolve your mental health issues.

Chapter 202 Breaking Chang'an, Battle of the Five Great Masters

Even before the Double Ninth Festival arrived, a large number of martial arts practitioners had already gathered in Chang'an, a scene reminiscent of the impending storm.

Most of these martial arts figures were just there for the spectacle and didn't dare to get involved in the battle. Even so, a lot of trouble still broke out in Chang'an City.

Li Yuan had no time for such matters, focusing all his energy on the battle against Wagang, leaving the affairs of the martial arts world to Fan Qinghui.

Unexpectedly, this move greatly facilitated Fan Qinghui, and many places in Chang'an City were infiltrated by disciples of Cihang Jingzhai.

Three days before the Double Ninth Festival, the three major armies of Wagang gathered outside the city, besieging it without attacking.

On the city walls, the Li Tang army stood in rows, guarding the city gates, and a gloomy atmosphere enveloped the entire city of Chang'an.

As midnight approached and the Double Ninth Festival arrived, chaos erupted in the city, with fires breaking out everywhere.

"Your Majesty, there are martial arts practitioners causing trouble in the city." The news quickly reached Li Yuan's ears.

His face darkened: "Where is Master Fanzhai? Ask her to send a disciple of Cihang Jingzhai to take action."

Soon, someone else reported: "Your Majesty, the ones causing the chaos are the disciples of Cihang Jingzhai, and even some generals in the army have been turned against us."

"what!"

Li Yuan's expression changed drastically. Before he could react, a deafening roar of battle cries erupted as the three armies of Wagang launched their attack on the city amidst the chaos.

"Order Jiancheng and Shimin to hold the city gates firmly and not let the enemy break through!"

"Yes!"

The tense atmosphere caused considerable chaos throughout the palace.

Li Yuan composed himself and went to the high platform outside the palace to look out.

"Your Majesty~"

At that moment, a woman with graceful posture and beautiful face came to his side.

"There will be great turmoil tonight, my beloved consort, you should return to your palace as soon as possible and not wander around." A hint of affection appeared in Li Yuan's anxious eyes.

The woman smiled sweetly and walked gracefully to his side: "Qing'er has come to borrow something from the Emperor."

"Huh? Borrow what... Ah!"

Before he could finish speaking, the woman's soft hands struck his chest, instantly causing him serious injury.

This woman was Bai Qing'er, Zhu Yuyan's disciple.

"emperor!"

The surrounding guards were all shocked by this scene. Just as they were about to step forward to rescue him, Bai Qing'er waved her hand again, and Li Yuan's head flew high into the air, blood splattering on the high platform.

“李渊已死，迎岳帅入城！”

“李渊已死，迎岳帅入城！”

……

The shouts immediately spread throughout the entire city, causing panic even among Li Jiancheng, Li Shimin, and others who were stationed on the city walls, and the morale of the army wavered.

Beneath the city wall, the two fierce generals Pei Yuanqing and Luo Shixin led the charge, charging towards the city gate amidst the arrows.

Boom!

With a loud bang, the heavy city gate, weighing over a thousand pounds, was forcefully broken open by the two men, and a massive army surged in.

In the Wagang camp, Yue Zhuoqun's eyes revealed imperial majesty as he said to the women beside him, including Zhu Yuyan and Wanwan, "Let's go, let's enter the city!"

Several people took to the air, soaring high over the city wall and entering Chang'an City.

With the city breached and the outcome decided, the remaining battle could be left to the soldiers; he wanted to meet the city's top experts.

……

Yuema Bridge, the location of Yang Gong's Treasure Trove.

As soon as Yue Zhuoqun landed, he realized that he was being locked onto by several auras.

“Martial Venerable Bi Xuan, Yi Jian Master Fu Cailin, Evil King Shi Zhixuan, Heavenly Blade Song Que, since you’re here, why not show yourselves?”

"General Yue has such great spirit!"

Bi Xuan, speaking with a foreign accent and wielding the Moon Wolf Spear, was the first to emerge from the shadows.

Fu Cailin, Shi Zhixuan, and Song Que also came from different directions.

Oh, and there's also the Demon General Zhao Deyan, though his prestige is a notch below.

Shi Zhixuan suppressed his conflicting emotions, frowned and gazed at the water flowing under the Yuema Bridge, as if he could see through to the underwater world: "So this is where Yang Gong's treasure trove is located."

Yue Zhuoqun's gaze swept over the group. He could clearly sense the fighting spirit emanating from Bi Xuan, Fu Cailin, Shi Zhixuan, and Zhao Deyan, while Song Que's aura remained calm.