Outside the Great Kang Imperial Palace, the Bodhisattva's arm was severed. Scarlet red filled the sky, misting over the heavens.
After a single exchange, the difference in strength was immediately clear. The Bodhisattva's expression was one of shock; he could no longer even feel the pain in his body.
It was an indescribable sword, without beginning or end. Bodhisattva Zhe Yan looked at his right arm as it fell away, and for a moment, towering waves churned within his heart.
When had he struck?
Within the Bodhisattva's sight, the Plain-clothed Figure strode away, never once turning back to look.
The streets of the imperial city were deathly quiet. Ning Chen carried Xia He on his back as he walked down the street, paying no heed to the changes in the atmosphere around him.
Their entry into the palace had thoroughly provoked Elder Li's fury and panic. He had poured out every ounce of his power to execute them both.
The deserted street was so quiet it sent shivers down one's spine. After walking for half a day, Xia He had tiredly leaned against Ning Chen's back and fallen peacefully asleep, her breathing steady, each exhale fragrant as an orchid.
Ning Chen walked very slowly, unwilling to wake the girl on his back.
At that moment, black-clad figures sprang out from every corner of the street. There were hundreds of them, nearly filling the entire road.
The dead soldiers of Li Manor had emerged in full force to surround and kill the two. Ning Chen continued forward at an unhurried pace, his expression calm as still water, as though he noticed nothing.
"Kill!"
A muffled voice rang out among the hundreds of black-clad men, issuing the order.
At the command, hundreds of dead soldiers immediately charged in to surround and kill