Dawn broke, and the morning sun slowly rose.
Inside and outside the Divine Capital, people packed together like mountains and seas. The Capital Camp, the Five City Troops Command, and the Inner Guard stood distinctly apart, yet in perfect order.
Prison carts rolled out of the Capital one after another, with Imperial Palace Experts standing on either side.
At the very front were five Guardians with withered skin and crane-white hair.
The titans of the various great factions along the route lowered their heads, afraid to look directly at them. At last, they had witnessed the legendary Martial Arts Gods.
Yes, the Ancestral Hall Guardians were the supreme gods of martial arts!
They had risked everything to come to the Capital for only two reasons.
First, to witness in person the splendor of a god taking action.
Second, to watch a warlord fall with their own eyes.
The five Guardians walked slowly onward, closely followed by a vast army that wound like a long dragon. It was a magnificent sight.
Apart from hoofbeats and the clatter of weapons and iron armor, no stray sound disturbed the journey.
They traveled thirty li, until the second quarter of Chen Hour.
The five old men in python-robes suddenly stopped.
At the other end of the official road, someone had been waiting for a long time.
At that moment, heaven and earth froze, and the scene came to an abrupt standstill.
As they gazed at the distant figure in the Golden Flying Fish Uniform, everyone's eyes grew dazed.
Just how much courage did this man possess to dare come here?
Behind him, over ten thousand members of the Embroidered Uniform Guard proved their loyalty with their resolve to be buried alongside him.
Inside a prison cart, An Xuan'er had an excellent view. Pointing into