The Bad Guys: Everyone, let’s revive the Tang Dynasty together!

Chapter 424 Don't Say You're Invincible

As the sky darkened, lead-gray clouds pressed heavily towards the peak of Yinquan Mountain. The north wind of late autumn, carrying a biting chill, whimpered and circled between the stone walls of the cliffs, rolling up a few dead leaves, adding a sense of solemnity and desolation.

Li Cunren gripped the still warm head with his knuckles turning white. The sticky touch and rusty smell from his palms were far less chilling than the sudden chill in his heart.

This chill was not caused by her suspicion about the identity of the head. She knew clearly that the real fourth brother Li Cunren had long since turned into a lonely soul under the city of Taiyuan. The one in front of her was just a carefully selected substitute puppet to lure out Li Siyuan. What really chilled her to the bone was Li Siyuan's indifference to the matter.

Just imagine, in Li Siyuan's eyes, how loyal and righteous must this "Li Cunren" be, who went through fire and water for him and remained loyal to him until his death? He would never know that he was actually dead in Taiyuan City. But such a "fourth brother" who was loyal to him and willing to die for him was beheaded by him so casually and used to show others.

Even though it was the mysterious Yuan Tiangang who did it, the fact that Li Siyuan on the cliff survived the disaster and did not show any regret on his face clearly showed that he had already regarded him as an abandoned pawn, and it was natural.

That was a brother who had loyally followed him for many years and would rather die than serve his master. He just abandoned him without blinking an eye? As if he was throwing away a worn-out object.

"Oh, what a cruel person."

After a while, Li Keyong's deep voice broke the dead silence, like throwing a stone into a cold pond. Facing Yuan Tiangang's pressure, his withered face was not rippled at all. He just raised his hand casually, as if brushing away dust, to signal Li Cunren, who was in a turmoil, to take a half step back. His turbid single eye didn't even bother to glance at the bloody head. His gaze was like an ice-hardened probe, penetrating the dim sky and firmly nailing the fat white figure on the dangerous cliff.

"How could a patient and sinister jackal like you be able to stay at my feet for so many years?" Li Keyong spoke slowly, but every word seemed to be wrapped in ice, striking at people's hearts. "You are quite capable, and you are worthy of my attention."

But he immediately changed the subject and said sarcastically, "It's a pity that the brotherhood you just expressed with tears and moved your heart was smashed to pieces by this head. You killed your 'loyal fourth brother' so easily. Aren't you afraid of staining your bloody hands and tarnishing the image of the 'holy master' you worked so hard to whitewash? Aren't you afraid of disappointing the hearts of Lao Jiu and others who are willing to die for you?"

On the cliff, Li Siyuan was still in shock, his chest still rising and falling slightly. Hearing this, there was no trace of guilt on his face. Instead, he leisurely opened the folding fan in his hand, waving it in front of himself slowly, with even a hint of innocent smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Father's words really make me feel panicky and confused." He leaned forward slightly, with a humble attitude, "I was clearly helping father to relieve his worries, and I personally captured and killed the traitor Li Siyuan who was plotting treason. It is my duty not to ask for father's praise, but how could I be accused of such a heinous crime of being cruel and brutal to my brothers? I...I really have no way to defend myself, and I am heartbroken!"

He spoke earnestly and with real feelings, as if he had really suffered a great injustice. Even the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes spoke of his innocence.

Li Keyong sneered softly, and his one eye flashed with a hint of understanding and deeper disdain. He no longer wasted his words on this hypocritical clown, but turned his gaze solemnly to the figure standing in front of him like a mountain.

Just now, only a wisp of imperceptible aura escaped from this person, but it shocked the four "Shang" who were on full alert as if facing a formidable enemy, causing their blood to boil. They staggered back several steps before they could steady themselves, and the gravel under their feet was crushed to pieces.

"Heh," Li Keyong said with a smile, looking at the shadow under the old bamboo hat, "The Marshal is in charge of the chess game of the world, and his eyes are sharp, but he actually looks down on this kind of stuff?"

This light sentence fell into Li Siyuan's ears on the cliff, causing him to pause his fanning motion almost imperceptibly, and the gentle smile on his face froze instantly, as if frozen by invisible frost, and then quickly cracked, revealing a trace of embarrassment and sinisterness. Li Keyong's usual contempt, the contempt that regarded him as a worn-out shoe, was the sharp blade that could truly pierce through his layers of disguise, and made him hate losing his composure more than a knife on his neck.

Li Cunren had suppressed the turmoil in her heart, her eyes sharp as a knife. She quickly glanced at Li Cunzhong, who was still staring at the head, stunned and unbelievable, and threw the object in her hand to a disciple of Ren behind her. Immediately, a chilling killing intent replaced the horror. Her left thumb quietly pressed the blade of the sword at her waist, and her right hand silently pressed the hilt of the long sword behind her waist. The muscles of her whole body were tense like a bowstring, and her cold eyes were fixed on Yuan Tiangang, who was only a few feet away, and she did not dare to relax at all.

The four "Shang" who had just escaped from Yuan Tiangang's inhumane means, together with the companion who was struggling to support himself and bleeding from the corners of his mouth, were also facing a formidable enemy, but even so, they still completed the clever position shifting in the breath. With Li Cunren as the core, a seemingly thin but mysterious death ring was built. Everyone's Qi was faintly connected, like an invisible iron net, protecting Li Keyong firmly in the center, forming a silent confrontation with the terrifying existence of the hat cloth.

On the platform and between the mountain paths, the strings of the powerful crossbows in the hands of all the elite soldiers of the Yaer Army were stretched to the limit, and without exception, they were all pointed at Yuan Tiangang. Even Li Siyuan on the cliff seemed to have become an insignificant background, and no one cared about him.

The air seemed to solidify into sticky amber, heavy and suffocating. The subtle groaning of the bowstring, the whimpering of the mountain wind passing over the jagged rocks, and the heavy breathing of hundreds of people who tried their best to suppress but were still clearly audible, intertwined and collided on this narrow mountainside platform, brewing a storm that could tear everything apart.

However, Yuan Tiangang, who was at the center of the storm, just stood with his hands behind his back. Under the shadow of his bamboo hat, a hoarse voice like the friction of sand and stone rang out slowly, without any waves: "Prince Jin's words are wrong."

He stood with his hands behind his back, his old cloth robe motionless in the mountain breeze, like a reef that had existed since time immemorial.

"In my eyes, there is no distinction between what is acceptable and what is not. There is only what is useful and what is not useful. Li Siyuan is as hypocritical as a fox, as vicious as a scorpion, and ungrateful. Just as the King of Jin said, he is a vicious dog that has not been tamed."

Li Siyuan on the cliff turned pale in an instant, and his fanning hand froze in mid-air.

Yuan Tiangang's voice was calm as he continued, "However, vicious dogs also have their uses. Their ability to endure is enough to keep their weapons hidden for ten years; their cleverness in framing can disrupt the enemy's formation; their determination to cut off their tails and survive is beyond the reach of ordinary mediocre people." He tilted his head slightly, and the shadow of his bamboo hat seemed to sweep over Li Keyong. "The King of Jin sits in control of Hedong, looking at the world like a tiger. He has many brave generals and counselors under his command, but he has not been able to truly tame even a vicious dog. He allowed it to bite its master and turn against him, and it became a threat to him. This is not the dog's fault, but the King of Jin's way of managing his subordinates is flawed."

Li Keyong's one eye flashed with brilliance, and his withered fingers made a slight sound when pinching the wheelchair armrests. But he was very cunning, and he sneered in the blink of an eye, holding the wheelchair and looking up:

"The Marshal's words are enlightening. It is true that I have not been strict with my subordinates. However, this is the internal affairs of Jin. To put it simply, it is just my family affairs. I am afraid that it is against the rules for the Marshal to interfere in the meeting on the top of the mountain today?" He nodded to the sealed head beside him and said sarcastically, "And the Marshal's intention is that he has never taken me seriously?"

Without waiting for Yuan Tiangang's response, he shook his head and laughed as if he suddenly realized something, narrowing his one eye: "It is I who am confused. Back then, the Marshal brought the orphan of the previous emperor to Taiyuan, and I thought that you and I would become allies and support the Tang Dynasty together. Unexpectedly, the Marshal showed up, and it was as difficult as ascending to heaven for me to meet him. The so-called alliance was originally my wishful thinking. In this case, I treated the Marshal with sincerity, but the Marshal treated me as nothing, so why bother to talk about 'taking me in his eyes'?"

Yuan Tiangang's voice remained calm: "Will you be sincere to me? Will you imprison Your Highness in the deep palace and deny him freedom? Will you rule Hedong for thirty years and pretend to be the Great Tang?"

Li Keyong refused to give in. "Why are you so harsh, Marshal? People are judged by deeds, not by heart! It is true that I have ruled Hedong, but for the past thirty years, I have continued to use the Tang Dynasty's reign title and followed the Tang Dynasty's orthodoxy. It is the Marshal who really doesn't care about me, a member of the Tang Dynasty royal family, right?"

Yuan Tiangang finally glanced sideways and uttered a clear, sneer full of contempt: "The royal family of the Tang Dynasty? You are a Shatuo barbarian who was fortunate enough to be given a surname by the emperor. How dare you call yourself a royal family?"

Li Keyong's eyes flashed with sternness: "Marshal, are you...determined to tear your face apart?"

"Li Keyong," Yuan Tiangang's voice suddenly turned cold, like the north wind scraping at the bones, "Your plan is not small. You don't respect the late emperor, and you don't respect His Highness. You are no different from the scumbags in the world. If I keep you, Your Highness will not control you. I never keep people who get in the way, so why would you want to tear your face apart?"

The moment the word "don't stay" came out.

Li Cunren has been guarding Li Keyong for many years and has a keen sense of murderous intent like a wild animal. However, Yuan Tiangang never leaked a trace of murderous aura, and his movements were faster than she could perceive. She only felt a flash of the cloth robe in front of her eyes, and the figure in the bamboo hat had already approached the King of Jin like a ghost.

"Protect the King of Jin!" Li Cunren's stern shout and the action of drawing his sword and saber broke out almost at the same time.

"Swish, swish, swish--" Dozens of fine steel crossbow arrows shot towards Yuan Tiangang's advancing trajectory like a rainstorm. The five "Shang" figures were like soul-seeking ghosts, surrounding and pouncing on him from tricky angles.

However, before Li Cunren could draw his sword, an overwhelming suction force suddenly enveloped her body. She could not help but retreat backwards. In her peripheral vision, she saw a tall and burly figure, with a heavy momentum like a mountain, passing by her side like thunder.

"Bang——!!!"

A dull sound like a huge hammer hitting a drum suddenly exploded.

The figure that had just rushed out with both palms slammed into Yuan Tiangang's palm, and a visible, condensed, colorless aura burst out! The aura rolled like a raging wave, instantly shattering the crossbow arrows that were shot at it, turning them into iron filings all over the sky. The violent air wave rushed towards him, hitting Li Cunren's cheek so hard that he had to cross his sword to protect his face and retreat several steps before he could barely stand firm.

In the center of the qi, a strong wind is blowing.

Li Cunren was shocked and looked towards where Li Keyong was originally. There was only an empty wheelchair swaying slightly in the air waves. In front of him, there was a figure exuding a majestic aura like a tsunami, with hair and beard, eyes like lightning, and back straight as a pine tree. Wasn't it her foster father Li Keyong who had been "lame" for more than ten years? !
At this moment, Li Siyuan on the cliff looked pale, as if he had seen a ghost!
Even Yuan Tiangang, who was holding hands with Li Keyong and feeling the overwhelming internal force, revealed for the first time an expression of surprise under his bamboo hat.

"Whoosh-whoosh--" The violent airflow raged wildly with the two people as the center, like a hurricane blowing out of the ground. The flying sand and rocks forced Li Cunren, the Shang organization and the surrounding elites to retreat again and again. However, Li Keyong's mouth only slowly raised a cold arc.

"You have been pretending to be lame?!" Yuan Tiangang's voice finally revealed a hint of suspicion.

"Hmph!" Li Keyong snorted coldly, and the internal force in his dantian erupted like a volcano. His palms suddenly inhaled and exhaled, and a force that was extremely fierce and yet contained a feminine and lasting force suddenly burst out.

Yuan Tiangang only felt that the opponent's internal force suddenly became sticky and strange, and the overwhelming force was mixed with several sinister dark forces, penetrating his meridians. He sneered, withdrew his palm to release the force, and his body slightly retreated.

Li Keyong was in a dominant position and did not give in. He changed his palms into claws, his ten fingers were like hooks, and his fingertips were faintly glowing with a cold blue light. With a hissing sound, the shadows of his claws filled the sky, bringing with them a piercing cold wind, instantly covering the acupoints on Yuan Tiangang's body. The wind from his claws was fierce and fierce, and each strike was aimed directly at the vital points, and contained repeated cold air, which was very threatening.

"Bang, bang, bang." In a flash, the two figures crossed each other, and the sound of the collision of internal energy was endless. Yuan Tiangang took the attack with his palms and fingers, but his body kept moving backwards, as if he was forced to retreat again and again by the continuous, hard and soft strange claw force.

Dozens of moves were as fast as lightning. Li Keyong's eyes flashed with a sharp light. He seized a slight flaw of Yuan Tiangang and used a tricky and ruthless "Netherworld Claw" to attack his ribs. Yuan Tiangang dodged sideways but was forced to the edge of the cliff. The gravel under his feet rolled down the rock wall.

Li Keyong did not pursue him. He flipped backwards like a hawk and landed steadily on the platform, with one hand behind his back. The strong wind gradually subsided, and he was as calm and steady as a mountain, with a long breath, as if he had the upper hand.

On the cliff, Li Siyuan's panicked voice of "General" was just heard.

Li Keyong sneered, pointed his spear at Yuan Tiangang who was steadying himself on the edge of the cliff, and shook the valley with his voice: "The world is like a chessboard, and everyone is a chess piece! Yuan Tiangang, who is playing chess and who is a chess piece is still unknown!"

"Hehe, is that so?" Yuan Tiangang raised his hat slightly, and his hoarse laughter echoed on the edge of the cliff, with no way to tell whether he was happy or angry.

"Don't let him go." Li Cunren was surprised and delighted at this moment, but he knew that the opportunity could not be missed. He raised his knife and pointed it at Li Siyuan on the dangerous cliff. The five people of the Shang organization beside him leaped away again. Li Siyuan was shocked and angry for a moment, and tried his best to fight against them, but his heart was filled with sadness. He never thought that the unfathomable commander in the past would actually meet an opponent today.

His opponent is his lame adoptive father!
"Yuan Tiangang, have you run out of tricks?" Li Keyong's voice shook the surroundings, and his arrogant demeanor was fully revealed! However, before he finished speaking, he suddenly heard two noisy noises. One was from Li Siyuan's side, where nearly ten people in blue clothes and bamboo hats suddenly rushed out from behind the dangerous cliff, and the second was actually coming from the bottom of the mountain.

Li Cunren frowned suddenly, and when he turned around, he saw a disciple of the Ren sect with half of his body covered in blood, being escorted up the mountain path by several elite soldiers of the Yaer Army. His face changed instantly.

"Foster father, something has happened down the mountain, we can't stay here for long!"

Li Keyong's heart sank, and a dark shadow suddenly flashed before his eyes. Yuan Tiangang's figure had already arrived with a more terrifying momentum than before, and the strong wind was pressing on his face. Li Keyong did not dare to neglect it, and he poured all his life's skills into his palms and rushed forward.

The two palms met again, and there was a roar like thunder. A violent wave of air exploded in a circular shape, and sand and rocks flew everywhere.

"Looking around the world, you are the first one who can hold your own against my Tian Gang Jue, Li Keyong."

"This king has been dormant for many years and has reached perfection in practicing the Supreme Saint Qiankun Art. How can I be compared to the likes of Li Maozhen and Zhu Youwen?" Li Keyong replied in a stern voice, actually refuting the words of the so-called "Three Kings" that were widely circulated in the world.

"It's a pity that although you have great abilities, you cannot be used by me. Then I will have to find someone sensible to replace you."

As soon as he said this, Li Keyong felt that the mighty force in the opponent's palm, which was originally equal to his own, suddenly turned into a rolling flood that swallowed up the sky and the earth. Its majestic momentum and power were completely different from what it had just been.

His face darkened. He knew very well that Yuan Tiangang was hiding his weakness just now. He wanted to pull away immediately, but he felt a torrent rolling between his palms. He felt as if he was trapped in it and couldn't extricate himself. He was also shocked.

The battle between these top masters was a matter of seconds. Yuan Tiangang held Li Keyong with one hand and withdrew his other hand like lightning. The golden light in his palm was as bright as the sun! He pressed down on the core of the two people's internal forces and the twisted force field without any fancy moves.

With a "bang", Li Keyong's body slid back a dozen feet, and even the narrow sleeves around his wrists seemed to be torn.

"Adoptive father!" Li Cunren hurried forward to help, but Li Keyong shook her hand away, his face gloomy and unclear: "Thirteen, you must leave here quickly and go find Old Twelve immediately..."

"Is this the last words King Jin is going to give?" Yuan Tiangang's emotionless and cold voice came again. How could Li Keyong dare to be careless at this time? He hurriedly slapped Li Cunren away with a palm, and then personally used all his strength to meet the attack. However, the third palm strike made the King of Jin, who had been dormant for more than a decade and whose martial arts skills were second only to those in the world, groan and his face turned pale instantly.

The situation changed so quickly that it was almost shocking. Li Cunren was unwilling to leave, and immediately commanded hundreds of people behind him to attack Yuan Tiangang at the risk of their lives.

However, Li Cunren was not the only one observing the situation here. Li Siyuan, who saw the light at the end of the tunnel, laughed loudly, and after Shang, who was besieging him, was entangled by the bad guys, he swung his folding fan at Li Cunren, making it fly away like a sharp blade, and at the same time he also arrived in the air.

"Since Thirteenth Sister is able to train such a powerful weapon as Shang, I am curious about how wonderful Thirteenth Sister's methods are."

Li Cunren's swords and sabers crossed, first knocking away the folding fan that was attached with internal force and was as hard as iron and stone, and then fighting with Li Siyuan again. However, although she was a good fighter, her skills still needed to rely on the combined attack technique of her subordinate Shang to be unleashed. How could she defeat her elder brother who had been immersed in the Supreme Saint Qiankun Gong for many years? She was about to fall into a disadvantage in a blink of an eye.

At this moment, another strong wind came suddenly. Li Siyuan, sensing the danger, changed his face and turned around to block it, but was slapped away several feet away and knocked directly into the deep part of the cave, where he rolled several times. Li Cunren turned around and saw that it was Li Keyong, whose face had turned pale at some point, who knocked Li Siyuan away.

It turned out that thanks to the desperate obstruction of hundreds of elite soldiers of the Yaer Army and disciples of the Ren Sect, Li Keyong was able to escape from Yuan Tiangang. At this time, Yuan Tiangang did not waste any words, but just carried Li Cunren and flew down the mountain.

"I am too arrogant this time..." Li Keyong's sleeves had been torn by the wrists, and he knew that a hundred people could not stop Yuan Tiangang in this narrow terrain, so he spoke very quickly while flying: "The strength of the Bad Leader is so strong that even I don't know how long I can stop him. After you escape from the siege, you don't need to look for the Twelve Old Man. The Bad Leader is a man who plans every step. That place must not be a good place. You need to find your brother Cunxu immediately, but remember not to tell him about the Bad Leader right away. Just tell your brother about Li Siyuan's escape, and take this..."

Li Cunren was in a trance for a moment and her face turned pale, but she saw Li Keyong stuffing her with a tiger talisman and a seal of the King of Jin.

"After finding my son, let him immediately succeed to the throne of King Jin, and send an envoy to reconcile with Xiao Yan as soon as possible. If necessary, you can raise that hidden chess piece as my adopted daughter to befriend Xiao Yan... Xiao Yan is a famous general in the world, and his tendency to swallow up others is complete. We cannot fight him now. However, although Xiao Yan has 50% of the world's affairs, my son also has 30%. The remaining 20% ​​can be helped by Jiangnan and the grassland. I hope my son will endure hardships and not lose his reputation as a son, and strengthen our Shatuo cause!"

After he finished speaking, Li Keyong's eyes flashed with ferocity. He was like a trapped beast out of a cage, a tiger descending from a mountain, his body turned into a violent hurricane and pounced on the narrow mountain road below! As his palms flew, the fierce energy of the Supreme Saint Qiankun Gong poured out without reservation. Whether it was the blue-clothed bad guys who tried to climb up and intercept, or the Ya'er army who panicked and dodged, anyone who stood in the way of survival was instantly killed by his unparalleled palm power. It seemed that he had opened a way for Li Cunren to survive.

But after he did all this, the situation behind him had already collapsed, and a figure was also approaching closely, but the latter saw this scene without saying a word.

Li Keyong sneered, and with the inner strength in his hand, he threw Li Cunren down the mountain, then turned around and walked away without any fear.

"Godfather!" Li Cunren knew that they would never see each other again, so she took off her mask, revealing her red eyes and a face with skin as white as snow but covered with scars. She kowtowed three times in the air towards the towering figure who was determined to die, then gritted her teeth, swallowed down her overwhelming grief and anger, and with a sword in her hand, she turned into a gray shadow that blended into the twilight and fled towards the east.

Li Keyong knew that anyone could escape, but he himself would never be able to walk down the Yinquan Mountain today. However, at this time and in this situation, he was still full of heroic spirit.

"Yuan Tiangang, don't say you have no rivals in the world!"

Yuan Tiangang glanced indifferently at the fleeing Li Cunren, but said nothing. Facing Li Keyong, who had been fighting for ten years and poured all his life's skills and internal strength into this final blow, and who was coming like a meteorite, he finally stopped hiding his intentions.

The aura, like the deep and boundless night, descended suddenly!
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After a while, the wind stopped and the sound subsided.

Outside the Zixia Stone Chamber, the place was in a mess and filled with blood. Li Siyuan, with disheveled hair and blood on the corners of his mouth, crouched in a corner of the stone wall in a panic. In front of him, three members of the "Shang" were seriously injured and dying, leaning against the cold stone wall, their masks shattered, revealing faces that were also covered in scars and blood, and their breath was as weak as a candle in the wind.

Li Siyuan narrowed his narrow eyes into a slit, stroked his straggly beard, forced a kind smile on his face, stood up and said respectfully to Yuan Tiangang, who was standing quietly with his hands behind his back on the edge of the cliff with an ordinary aura all over his body: "The commander-in-chief has unparalleled divine power, and the execution of the King of Jin is in accordance with the will of heaven, but..."

He glanced at the three dying men and said, "These three men have excellent bones and are rare warriors. I wonder if I can recruit them and do my best for you, Marshal?"

In the howling mountain wind, Yuan Tiangang stood quietly on the edge of the cliff, his old cloth robe seemed to blend into the twilight, and he ignored Li Siyuan's words.

Li Siyuan's smile froze, and he rubbed his hands awkwardly. Looking around, he saw all the bad guys standing silently with their faces covered by bamboo hats and cold auras. Among them were Bal, who looked familiar but had become a bad guy without knowing when, and Quinn, who he had met once before.

He was awed and didn't dare to act recklessly. He could only laugh dryly and change the subject: "The commander-in-chief has a brilliant plan. The King of Jin surrendered, and the great worry has been solved. But... Li Cunren and the two assassins escaped. This woman has a strong foundation and was given the order by the King of Jin before his death. If she escapes this time, I'm afraid there will be troubles in the future..."

Yuan Tiangang did not even turn his head, his voice was indifferent without any emotion: "Since you want to take over the Tongwenguan again and sit in Taiyuan, if you are unable to track down and clean up even a frightened dog... are you worthy to stand here and talk to me about the word "future trouble"?"

Li Siyuan was as if he had been pardoned. He could hardly suppress his ecstasy and hurriedly prostrated himself on the ground: "Li Cunren, the Master of Literature, is willing to serve you like a dog and a horse. I will go through fire and water and even death without hesitation!"

He knew very well that only a few people in Jin State knew his plan of escaping, so he dared not delay any longer. He hurriedly took up his responsibility and hastily led people to arrange the hunt and killing of Li Cunren.

After that person left with Quinn and his men, only Yuan Tiangang, "Bal" and a few of his trusted aides were left standing quietly on the solemn platform.

The so-called Baal, that is, Sanqianyuan, stepped forward, bowed to the ground, and said respectfully: "General, Li Keyong's body has been taken away and disposed of as planned. I... dare to ask for your guidance."

"speak."

Sanqianyuan hesitated for a moment, and lowered his voice to a very low level: "Li Siyuan is a man of little grace and loyalty, fickle, and wolfish nature. We all know this. How could such a despicable man... be favored by the commander-in-chief and be entrusted with such an important task in Jin?"

Yuan Tiangang stood with his hands behind his back and answered in a calm voice.

"I have been in charge of the Bad Men for three hundred years. The game I set up is not about the gains and losses of a city or a place, but the flow of the world's fortune. Li Siyuan is just a relatively sharp chess piece in this huge chess game. Use his fangs to break the deadlock; use his ambition to stir up the situation; when his edge is exhausted or it backfires on you..." He paused, a hint of chill spread, "Discard it like a worn-out shoe, it will only take a snap of the fingers. Why should we pay attention to such a person? We are just borrowing his power to sharpen the blunt knives in the world that have not yet been sharpened."

Sanqianyuan was greatly shocked, as if he had seen the tip of the iceberg of the grand chess game. He bowed deeply and said, "I am ignorant. Thank you for your forgiveness, Marshal." He dared not say another word.

Yuan Tiangang stood alone on the top of the dangerous cliff, his cloth robe fluttering in the cold mountain wind, as always, unchanged. He just stood there silently, but he seemed to see the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the wind and sand in the north of the desert, the dangerous passes on the Shu Road, the palaces in Bianliang... and the "sword" that was placed with high hopes but still needed more blood to be tempered.

He raised his hand silently, and a dead leaf rolled into his palm, suddenly turned into powder, and scattered into the blood-red setting sun with the wind.

"The mountains and rivers are the chessboard, and the chessboard is forged with blood—"

The hoarse voice cuts through the twilight.

“The battle for supremacy in the world begins today.”

The poem goes: The setting sun condenses blood and soaks the barren hills, dragons and snakes rise from the land and split the nine states. Who holds the cold sword to judge the will of heaven? The war of thousands of miles ends in one round!
This volume is finished.

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