"That guy has gone mad with killing!"
Tang Xiong brought his hands together, resuming his seat with an honest and simple look on his face, but could not quite conceal the fear in his brow.
Inside the Imperial Study, silence pervaded, and for a long time, no one spoke...
Knowing that Yang Erlang, Ling Xiao, had reached the pinnacle of martial arts and that he was a match for an entire country—all understood this.
But to personally witness him chasing an army of tens of thousands and slashing at them—that was another matter entirely!
Even someone with a will as firm as Wang Jiangling’s was now wavering: "With such mighty power before us, do schemes and strategy still matter?"
And the young Emperor Zhaode, Zhao Hong, for some reason suddenly remembered, that back at Lu Ting, that guy had told him if he failed to amount to anything, he shouldn’t even think about returning to the capital, but should stay at Yuelai Inn and be an attendant... Was it true?
The first time he heard these words, he simply thought that guy was trying to scare him.
Late on, as he gradually understood Yang Erlang’s martial prowess and connections, he started to believe that there was truth in his words.
Later still, as his relationship with Yang Erlang gradually improved and he came to understand Yang Erlang’s character, he became convinced that guy was indeed just trying to scare him.
At this very moment, however, he suddenly felt that what that guy had said was true!
Not to mention back then, perhaps even now, if he failed to perform well as the emperor, that guy would pull him off the Dragon Throne and find someone else to replace him!
"Gulp..."
He swallowed saliva and spoke with difficulty, "How can such a monster exist in this world!"
All three people in the hall looked up at him, seeing his young and handsome face turn pale, his lips quivering slightly, clearly terrified by Yang Erlang’s fierce and ruthless actions!
"That guy, he truly is a monster!"
Tang Xiong, with his hands together, slowly began to speak, "Back in our youth, there were also those in the jianghu who were called the ultimate experts, supreme under the heavens, but those people... you could say they were skilled, but in truth, they were so-so..."
All three people turned their eyes to him, no one in the entirety of Wei, perhaps, was more entitled to speak about martial prowess and the experts of the world than he was.
"At least those ancestors who were in charge of the Imperial Cavalry Supervisor, any two or three of them going out would have been confident to retrieve their weapons back."
"As for those older than us and more skilled... to tell the truth, I’ve always known they exist, just never seen them.
"But I, along with those old few, were convinced that those people... were limited by certain constraints!"
"They can’t act as freely as us, cannot influence the world’s affairs as we can!"
"Otherwise, they would have long decided the fate of this world!"
"I’ve never seen such a monster like Yang Erlang in my 126 years of life."
"Never seen someone like him so young yet pressing down all the heroes and claiming the title of number one in the world!"
"Even more so, someone like him, clearly a notch above us old folks but still able to act without any scruples..."
"All my past knowledge, all those principles... totally useless against him!"
"A rare genius like him, so stunningly brilliant, you might not find another if you look five hundred years into the past, and you might not find another if you look five hundred years into the future."
"Coming across him, I don’t know if it’s good or bad luck for people like us..."
He sighed deeply, his tone filled with melancholy: "Is it not a sorrow for all martial artists to live in the same era as such a peerless genius?"
Any other martial artist capable of dominating their era would already be a rare talent.
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But Yang Erlang, instead, completely dominates an entire era!
After a very brief silence...
Wang Jiangling spoke decisively, "What are you saying, Grand Secretary? Marquis Luting is upright and incorruptible, full of loyalty and devotion to the state, it is naturally our fortune to live in the same era as him!"
The three present woke up from their trance, nodding fervently in agreement.
"Your words align perfectly with my thoughts!"
"Worthy of being the Grand Secretary; even your speech is more refined than us rough folks!"
That Marquis Luting must be the most loyal minister in the world!
Anyone who speaks ill of him, dies!
Shen Fa simply nodded, not joining the conversation, but he couldn’t help thinking, ’If I had been more firm back then, could I have persuaded the late emperor to restore that guy’s official position? Would everything be different now?’
Once friends, now strangers...
He has no regrets!
A person like him doesn’t deserve something as precious as friendship!
...
Outside the Eastern Gate, corpses were strewn everywhere, and the ground was a flowing river of blood.
Yang Ge stood aloft in the air, his hair wild and unkempt. A golden dragon, tens of zhang long and shimmering with radiance, coiled around him like a living creature, illuminating the entire battlefield.
Beneath him, a tide of people surged as countless imperial soldiers gazed up at him in terror. The trembling sound of countless weapons striking against armor intertwined into a grand heroic symphony.
To them, what unfolded before their eyes completely shattered their worldviews into dust.
"Those who discard their weapons and kneel shall live; those who resist to the end shall die!"
"Boom."
The roar of cannons echoed as a dozen cannonballs flew toward Yang Ge in the sky.
The golden dragon coiled in front of him, burst into a sky full of flames, debris flying everywhere.
As the flames died, Yang Ge and the unscathed golden dragon slowly turned their heads, looking in the direction the cannon fire had come from...
Thousands of imperial soldiers saw the cruel smile at the corner of his mouth.
The next second, the golden dragon flew swiftly toward the source of the cannon fire, its piercing roar as sonorous as the legendary dragon’s roar.
"Ah, monster!"
"Fire, fire the cannons!"
"Aaaaah..."
The distant screams abruptly ceased, the golden dragon returned, shaking off a sky full of blood rain.