He glared angrily at the crowd, then gradually beca despondent.
He looked at Wan Qingxuan's corpse next to him, a trace of loneliness in his eyes. Suddenly, a surge of energy burst forth from within him, and the Yuan Gang from inside was about to explode, shattering his heart's ridians in the next mont.
But just at that mont, a hand lightly rested on him, belonging to an old man holding a cane.
This hand rely touched him lightly, forcibly suppressing the Yuan Gang True Essence inside him, making it impossible for him to end his own life on the spot.
"There is no need to rush, Your Highness King Liang. If Your Highness dies here, it would be difficult for us to explain ourselves. It is better left for that one to decide," the old man with the cane said calmly.
This, too, was a Supre figure in the Blood Exchange Realm.
Ji Xuanzhen was now unable even to take his own life, his body entirely controlled by others, his eyes a dull and desolate gray.
Zhao Lie's words were indeed counseling; staying inside the city at least allowed him a shred of dignity. He could still commit suicide in the royal mansion, preserving a trace of royal dignity. Now, having fled the city, under the control of others, even life and death were no longer his to decide.
...
Like a ruined White Jade Plaza.
Chen Mu slowly walked out from the underground Royal Secret Vault located on the east side of the White Jade Plaza, followed by a Grandmaster Imperial Supervisor walking with head lowered, respectfully as if serving an emperor.
Though Chen Mu was no emperor, having swept through the Capital City with his own power, he already stood atop the world as if exceeding the emperor's role, being a saint enshrined by humanity, capable of deciding all under heaven with a word.
Tap, tap,
Just as Chen Mu stepped onto the ruins-like White Jade Plaza, several figures in the distance ca approaching.
The leading person was the elder with the cane, the Supre Elder of the Tian Shu Sect from Central Prefecture. He carried a dispirited figure in hand, walked all the way to the front of Chen Mu, and threw the person to the ground, then bowed to Chen Mu.
"From the Tian Shu Sect, Fulian Country, greetings to Saint Chen."
Chen Mu's gaze calmly swept over everyone, took another look at the despondent figure on the ground with lifeless, gray eyes, vaguely guessing the person's identity, and said, "How can I, Chen, a re common Martial Man, be deed a saint?"
Fulian Country spoke candidly: "Since the Primordial Era, Martial Arts has flourished among the Human Race, developing over countless years. Though there have been figures known as the number one under heaven, only the title of Martial Saint could break the shackles of the mundane, transcend the world, and dethrone the supremacy of royal power."
As Fulian Country's words fell, even the several Blood Exchange Realm figures in the back nodded in silent agreent, looking at Chen Mu with a few degrees of reverence in their eyes. They were all top martial artists of the ti, usually not easily bowing before royal power, yet now all acknowledged Chen Mu's dignity as Martial Saint.
This was not flattery towards Chen Mu; they were Blood Exchange Realm figures with their own dignity, never having flattered royal power before, at most maintaining a slight respect. Now, their recognition also ca from the heart.
In the world, perhaps no one would have any objections.
Throughout history, there have been those who proclaid themselves as saints, even those who were unrivaled in martial arts. However, they never changed the turning point of Martial Arts developnt, never decided an era's change, but Chen Mu did.
Before Chen Mu, it was an era where Martial Arts and power thrived alongside each other. Martial n worldwide would develop forces and seek sect expansion. But after Chen Mu, Martial Arts would stand above power. More people would disregard power, wholeheartedly pursuing Martial Arts because Chen Mu has pointed the way for Martial Artists under heaven: to cultivate Martial Arts to the extre, surpassing everything, transcending the mundane!
So, if not a Martial Saint, then there can be no saint under heaven.
"Who is this?"
After hearing Fulian Country's words, Chen Mu knew it wasn't flattery but genuine acknowledgnt and reverence from these Blood Exchange Realm existences, so he no longer tried to distinguish, casually glancing at the feet of King Liang, Ji Xuanzhen, and asked.
Fulian Country concisely said: "King Liang Ji Xuanzhen, this person disrupted the court, caused chaos in the world, and attempted to betray Da Xuan and flee the Capital City. We captured him to bring before Saint Chen for judgnt."
Chen Mu wasn't surprised at this point. Although Ji Xuanzhen wore commoner's clothes, at this mont, being specially captured by a group of Blood Exchange Realm experts and brought before him, there seed to be no one else other than Ji Xuanzhen.
Previously, he didn't pay attention to King Liang himself, and the result was indeed as he expected. After defeating Ji Xuanfei and laying waste to the Imperial City, naturally, the entire world's direction reversed. There was no need for him to act personally; soone would inevitably keep an eye on Ji Xuanzhen, even personally capturing him and presenting him before Chen Mu.
"I have only one question: Who was the one that sched against my master Qin ngjun back then?"
Chen Mu looked at Ji Xuanzhen and asked indifferently.
Ji Xuanzhen's face was desolate, sitting on the ground, lacking any deanor of a Marrow-Cleansing Grandmaster, none of the spirit of The Eight Princes, seemingly a walking corpse, utterly unresponsive to Chen Mu's words.
"Answer , and I'll allow you to end your life. As a lord of King Liang's stature, you wouldn't want to die without dignity, right?"
Chen Mu added another sentence.
With these words, a slight disturbance finally appeared on Ji Xuanzhen's desolate face. Those lifeless eyes slowly moved a bit, and the whole person gradually stood up before Chen Mu, then looked straight ahead, looking at Chen Mu.
He ticulously looked at Chen Mu a few tis, then slowly said: "The matter back then was my decision. It was Nie Yuan from the Beiming Sect, and he has already died at your hands."
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