For a time, undercurrents surged through Great Liang City.
At a certain inn, martial artists of the jianghu had gathered together.
"Elder Brother, I heard that old emperor is on his last legs, and the imperial palace's grand formation has failed too. Are we doing this or not?"
"Wait a little longer."
"If we wait any longer, we won't get another chance! We're not the only group that came to Great Liang to wait for an opportunity. Never mind that divine weapon, the Demon Blade—even the gold, silver, treasures, fine horses, beautiful maids, Martial Arts manuals inside the imperial palace would be enough for us to enjoy. We jianghu martial artists can't compare to those great renowned sects, and we have no promising future either. This is a once-in-a-thousand-years opportunity. If we don't gamble now, then when will we?"
At that very moment, similar scenes were unfolding all across Great Liang City.
"Look! Someone's storming the palace!"
Inside the room, while everyone was still wavering and hesitating, a martial artist near the window let out a startled cry.
Hearing the commotion, they hurriedly crowded to the window and looked toward Great Liang City's imperial palace.
They saw figures converging from all directions, pouring continuously toward Great Wei's imperial palace.
The palace gates were practically decorations; those people rushed inside without meeting any resistance.
Clearly, they had learned the news from within the palace and could no longer hold themselves back.
"Elder Brother, Great Wei is suffering a severe drought in the south, while Chu, Zhao, and Han are invading it. Now even the Crown Prince is dead, and the emperor is unconscious. These are signs that the state is about to perish! If we don't go in now, we won't even get a sip of the soup. This is the