Myriad Paths of the Sword, Divided into Two

If they helped Ye Gucheng, not only would Ye Gucheng refuse to cooperate with them, he would cut them down as well.

The Capital City had now become both a Hongmen Banquet and a dragon's pool and tiger's den. Aside from his friend Lu Xiaofeng and a group of martial arts experts, Ximen Chuixue could be considered utterly isolated and helpless.

Not to mention that, caught off guard, more than half of those martial arts experts had been surrounded and slaughtered by the imperial court's experts and army.

Taihe Hall!

Located behind the palace complex, it was solemn in form and possessed a unique spiritual aura.

Its lofty roof ridge seemed to stand amid blue skies and white clouds, and upon those clouds stood a man in white.

He looked like an immortal or a god, a banished celestial descended into the mortal world.

This was the most supreme place under heaven, and the man standing upon it was naturally the most supreme man under heaven.

Night was drawing near, and the full moon rose into the sky.

Ye Gucheng, Lord of Baiyun City, had arrived.

Yet Ximen Chuixue could not come.

Ye Gucheng's expression was cold, as cold as an iceberg atop a mountain peak, without the slightest change.

He watched the clusters of torchlight throughout the Capital City—the imperial court's troops.

There were also cries of battle soaring into the heavens, along with the clamor of weapons and armored horses.

He closed his eyes and listened quietly.

The scene made the blood in one's heart burn fiercely, while the layers upon layers of sword qi filling the sky were enough to chill anyone's heart.

"Ye Gucheng!"

An expert from a martial arts sect came looking for him and flew into a rage the moment he saw Ye Gucheng.