Storm over Yang Mausoleum

Storm clouds gathered over the imperial palace in Chang'an City, while bloody winds and rain swept through Yang Mausoleum.

The night raid, the first in a long while, put many people in Yang Mausoleum on edge. Wei Wan, Zhi Buyi, and the others had also called upon retainers from their Lineages to patrol and stand guard.

Compared with the first night raid, their numbers had increased by nearly two hundred.

These people varied greatly in cultivation, but each had their own specialties.

Some were chicken crowers and dog thieves, some were skilled in Technique Methods, and others were strong and powerfully built.

"If only Shen Pei had sent ten great Confucian scholars here!"

Wei Wan sighed softly, holding a python whip.

The great Confucian scholars Wei Wan spoke of were not scholars like Kong Zhong, but true masters of magical combat, people such as Kong Anguo, Zhou Ba, Xia Kuan, and Dang Lu.

All of them were at least at the Divine Ability Realm and could join the battle as true experts, far beyond the retainers they had gathered.

He looked past a dozen or so fearful retainers and saw an enormous white deer charging wildly ahead. Relying on the advantage of its demonic body, it kept charging and running as layers of purple light fell away, repeatedly breaking free of the restraints Kong Zhong and the others had imposed with Earth Techniques.

The five short, unremarkable-looking scholars were chased into fleeing in all directions, with several diving into holes in the ground to hide. Some retainers and patrolling guards who failed to dodge in time were trampled to death.

This was the right emissary at the side of the lord of the Xieluosi River Holy Land. Even though Lu Baibai had only just entered the True Self Realm, he