A large detachment of soldiers swiftly escorted Emperor Wukang away, while Jiang Qingyuan held the rear.
This veteran of three dynasties remained loyal and devoted throughout his life. Despite his advancing age, he was still nimble in hand and foot, calm in the face of danger, directing a large number of soldiers to aid in the rescue.
"Kid, get lost, don't ruin my plan." Leng Zixing barked, eyes ablaze as he glared at Yang Fan before him, the treasure sword in his hand already unsheathed.
"Reveal your true selves, so you can die with some understanding." Yang Fan stood there, motionless with man and sword as one.
The opportunity quickly vanished, as a large number of palace guards had already arrived, rendering the plan to kill the dog-like Emperor Wukang a failure, making escape an issue, Leng Zixing prepared to take a gamble.
"Since you refuse to step aside, then die." Leng Zixing snorted coldly, charging forward with more than a dozen people.
