Mo Yi’s blade is called the Grinding Blade, not only because he is a great demon himself, but also because the blade exudes a certain evil presence.
Yucheng Lou had the "fortune" to witness it once; the instant he was locked onto by Mo Yi’s sword qi, his whole body seed to beco paralyzed.
If not for the Loulan Queen stopping Mo Yi in ti, he would have already been dismbered.
Therefore, even after several years, he still shudders at the mory.
Emperor Liang is strong, but the opponent is Mo Yi.
Can Emperor Liang dodge this blade?
Emperor Liang remained motionless, watching Mo Yi’s blade approach.
Just as everyone started to break into a cold sweat, Mo Yi’s blade stopped above Emperor Liang’s head.
Yucheng Lou was shocked.
Did Mo Yi withdraw?
No, Mo Yi couldn’t move!
Emperor Liang stared coldly at Mo Yi, like a primordial beast eyeing the prey that foolishly ca to provoke it.
Yucheng Lou felt a chill run down his spine.
Such terrifying inner strength!
Emperor Liang held Mo Yi’s blade between two fingers, letting him exert any force, but unable to advance or retreat an inch.
Mo Yi’s eyes turned even more crimson.
Ever since the fight began, Cui Hu had covered the little one’s eyes.
He himself watched intently.
Worthy of Your Majesty’s prestige!
As he watched, he gradually felt sothing was off.
Mo Yi seed to be restrained, but his aura was continuously intensifying.
In other words, his deviation was worsening.
At this rate, he would completely forget pain and fear, and might even lose his mind, leaving only slaughter in his brain.
"This is bad..."
Cui Hu looked around and shouted, "Ji Feng, are you here? If you are, show yourself!"
Unfortunately, Ji Feng was not there.
Cui Hu took a deep look at his own Majesty, then glanced at the little one in his arms, gritted his teeth, hardened his heart, and retreated into a tea shop three zhang away.
"Your Majesty, take care of yourself, my skills are not enough to intervene, I can only ensure the little lord’s safety first."
"Stop!"
An elderly shout rang out from the back of the crowd.
Mo Yi snapped out of it like waking from a dream, the bloodlust in his eyes dissipating, returning to a sliver of clarity.
At the sa ti, a skull crashed into Mo Yi’s chest, pulling him and his blade away from Emperor Liang.
Emperor Liang lightly flicked his sleeve.
How astute, if they attacked to end the fight, he would make Loulan learn what it ans to have no burial place in death.
Mo Yi flipped backwards, landing on the street outside the crowd, sliding back more than ten steps, barely stabilizing his stance supported by the Tang Blade.
This showed how much force the opponent used.
The skull was connected to a transparent thread.
The opponent gave a light tug, and it flew back to the top of a cane.
The onlookers looked back and saw an elder with a skull-headed cane.
To call him an elder is due to his graying hair.
But upon closer inspection of his face, he did not appear so old.
Truly a strange person.
With the crisis averted, Cui Hu returned to Emperor Liang’s side holding the little one, his hands still covering the little one’s eyes, and said to Emperor Liang, "The Loulan Witch."
Emperor Liang had guessed.
Cui Hu said, "I thought he was a civil servant like Mr. Zi Wu, didn’t expect him to be so skilled... At the welco banquet, he didn’t seem so... truly can’t judge a book by its cover?"
Emperor Liang and the Loulan Witch looked at each other across the crowd.
Their gazes locked.
Emperor Liang did not conceal his murderous intent, but the Loulan Witch’s eyes looked more like a bottomless void.
Before Emperor Liang could look longer, the Loulan Witch averted his gaze and said to Yucheng Lou and Mo Yi, "The Princess Consort summons you."
Yucheng Lou followed without a word.
Mo Yi, panting, glared fiercely at Emperor Liang, sheathed his Tang Blade, and turned to leave.
Emperor Liang held the little one back in his arms: "That guy is not worth fighting, Great-Grandfather will find you a better one."
Treasure Piggy nodded and nodded!
Mo Yi felt a breath stuck in his throat, almost spitting blood.
He gripped the Tang Blade tightly.
"Mo Yi."
The Loulan Witch spoke.
Mo Yi took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to wash away the previous sha, and followed the Loulan Witch back to the residence.
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Ayimulan sat in the study, the desk in front of her covered almost entirely with intelligence gathered by various spies.
The three entered the room.
Ayimulan did not lift her head, continuing to review the intelligence on the desk.
Yucheng Lou cupped his hands in salute, "Princess Consort."
Ayimulan slled blood: "Mo Yi is injured?"
Mo Yi replied, "A small wound."
Ayimulan paused in her handling of the intelligence, glanced up at him, "Go tend to your wounds."
"Yes!"
Mo Yi saluted and withdrew.
Yucheng Lou thought to himself, it seems soone is about to be overwheld again.
Mo Yi has a secret unbeknownst to others, every ti he gets injured, he gains a bit more strength.
Today’s apparent loss was actually no loss at all.
He has always been curious about what kind of evil skill Mo Yi practices.
"Take a look."
Ayimulan set down the intelligence and spoke softly.
Yucheng Lou and the Loulan Witch stepped forward.
After reading all the intelligence, Yucheng Lou was suddenly enlightened: "No wonder Emperor Liang would appear in Capital City, he’s here to find the old Madam, who is his birth mother!"
Not only that, Lu Yuan is Emperor Liang’s grandson, and the old Madam who went with ng Qianqian to the Governor Mansion is his own great-grandmother!
Yucheng Lou practically didn’t know what to say.
"No wonder Emperor Liang issued a challenge to Loulan."
He looked seriously at Ayimulan, "Princess Consort, we... seem to have kicked an iron plate."
Recently, Ayimulan was learning the chess of the Central Plains; she placed a black piece surrounded by white ones: "Adding Emperor Liang makes this all the more interesting."
Yucheng Lou furrowed his brow: "Princess Consort, pardon my boldness, what is it that you truly desire? The world, or—"
Ayimulan said calmly: "A secret, a secret that only the true bloodline of the Shang Family can unlock."
Yucheng Lou looked at the intelligence on the table: "Speaking of the Shang Family bloodline, Shang Wuyou of the Thousand chanism Pavilion is one."
Ayimulan said: "But he is not a descendant of that person."
Yucheng Lou asked curiously: "That person is—"
Ayimulan picked up a black piece: "Okay, you’ve said enough today."
Yucheng Lou reluctantly closed his mouth.
He withdrew.
In the room, only Ayimulan and the Loulan Witch remained.
Ayimulan asked: "Have you seen the Martial Emperor?"
The Loulan Witch replied: "Yes, I have."
"How was it?"
Ayimulan asked.
The Loulan Witch answered: "Stronger than expected."
Ayimulan moved her lips: "Then that’s perfect, isn’t it?"
The Loulan Witch remained silent.
Ayimulan continued: "One must be sacrificed, either the Miao King or him. The Miao King returned to Miaojiang; since he delivered himself, perhaps it is destiny."
The Loulan Witch grasped his cane and said: "I’m just afraid that destiny is sothing Loulan cannot bear."
Ayimulan paused her hand reaching for the chess piece: "If Loulan cannot bear it, then I, Ayimulan, will bear it."
She spoke, turning steadily to gaze at the Loulan Witch, "You were the one who said that a ruler who will end everything would erge from the Western Regions."
"That person must be ."
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