"Is he a true emperor? For the sake of profit alone, he cast aside every emotion in the world, heartless and faithless. But like this... was he still truly a living being?"
An elderly man standing at the edge of the crowd watched Li Cang on the battlefield, murmuring endlessly in the end. He did not know whether this was right or wrong.
Back then, Li Cang had also been a hot-blooded youth, a young man in bright robes astride a spirited steed. But now... sigh.
Profit? This was also the path he was meant to walk.
"You two—who wants to die first?"
Li Cang held a long spear, his cape glittering behind him. He looked like a god of war, standing where he was, lofty and unmoving.
Xiaoyao exchanged a glance with Wu Wang in the distance, and the two attacked together.
"Time stop."
Wu Wang's voice rang out. An invisible ripple spread in all directions, and wherever it passed, time came to a standstill.
Li Cang stood motionless on the spot. Faced with such a perfect opportunity, Xiaoyao did not hesitate. He slashed down with his sword.
Sword light swept across thirty thousand miles, slashing toward Li Cang's head. This strike was determined to cleave Li Cang in two.
His swordsmanship had been inherited from Ye Lin. Ye Lin's rules had reached great completion, and so had his. It could not be stopped.
"Break."
Li Cang, who had not moved at all, gave a cold snort. In an instant, he moved like a thunderbolt, his body flashing forward and arriving before Xiaoyao in the blink of an eye.
"Thunderclap Thrust."
Li Cang's expression was icy to the extreme as he thrust out his spear. Purple lightning coiled around it, peals of thunder erupting from its shaft as even