After fifteen years of cultivation, he finally reached the pinnacle of the first rank!

Chapter 50: Heavy Rain Attack
"Master Song, please tell me what exactly happened to that prince who has been stranded in a remote town for fifteen years?"

Zhang He asked with narrowed eyes. Song Shanyue frowned and pondered for a moment, but soon shook his head:

"Hard to say."

Seeing this, Zhang He sneered and said:
"I'm afraid Lord Song is overthinking it this time. How extraordinary can a young man of about twenty be?"

"Is he an innate master? Grandmaster? Grandmaster? He can't be a celestial being, right?"

As he spoke, Zhang He straightened his clothes and said:
"It's normal for Lord Song to be cautious, but don't panic. Also... Lord Song may not know that we're not the only ones who want to kill the prince!"

Hearing this, Song Shanyue raised his eyes and looked at the dandy young man in front of him, only to hear him continue:

"There are so many people who hate the Dali court. There are always some who share the same views as our heroes. After all, such good opportunities are rare."

"The story of the real and fake princes has already spread throughout the martial arts world. Countless eyes are fixed on the capital of Dali. If someone were to cut off the real prince's head and hang it high on the walls of Shangyang City, would that satisfy your hatred?"

"I guess that even if Emperor Yuanwu is not sad, he must be pissed off, haha..."

As Zhang He spoke, he burst into laughter, as if he felt extremely happy just thinking about it.

Song Shanyue remained silent, and waited until the other party stopped laughing before saying:
"He has already gone to the headquarters of Tianjin Guard accompanied by Sun Changyu. I can't guarantee that I can kill him, nor can I guarantee that I killed him with my own hands."

Hearing this, Zhang He's young and dandy face suddenly became indifferent, and he said:

"This opportunity is rare. Even if you don't think about yourself, Master Song, you have to think about your son. You have to do your best!"

"Also, Lord Song, you only need to know one thing: the process is not important. I only care about the results."

At this moment, a muffled thunder sounded in the sky. Zhang He turned his head and looked out through the hollow carved window pane, then a sinister smile appeared on his face:

"It's going to rain soon. It's a good time to kill people. Sir Song, you better hurry up."

After saying that, Zhang He pushed the door open with his head in his hands, cursing and shouting that he was going to find his uncle who was the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue.

Song Shanyue looked at the other person's departing back, his eyes gloomy, and slapped the desk behind him with his palm.

The next moment, the desk collapsed silently and turned into a pile of debris. Not long after, the entire hall was extremely quiet and empty.

……

The sky of the entire imperial capital was covered with dark clouds, as if it was covered by a huge black cloth. The carriage that Li Musheng was riding in was speeding on the streets where the number of pedestrians was gradually decreasing.

A flash of lightning cut through the sky like a sharp sword, instantly illuminating the long street in front of him with a pale white light. Immediately afterwards, another loud thunder exploded, as if to shake the sky and the earth to pieces.

Dense raindrops began to fall on the roof of the carriage, making crackling sounds. The few people on the road immediately scattered and ran to the eaves of the shops nearby to shelter from the rain.

In an instant, the entire sky seemed like a river in the sky that had burst its banks, and heavy rain poured down in torrents. The howling wind blew the sound of the rain sideways, and the signs of the shops on the street were swaying violently.

Li Musheng sat bored in the still speeding carriage, the wheels splashing large amounts of water.

The long street that was bustling just now has become extremely deserted under the raging rain. Only the sound of rain and bursts of thunder can be heard.

When the carriage turned into a more deserted street, the eunuch Sun Changyu, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes.

He looked at Li Musheng, who seemed to be unaware of anything, and said seriously:

"Murderous."

After saying this, he flashed and flew out of the carriage window like a flying red swallow.

The next moment, the eunuch Sun Changyu flipped in the rain and landed lightly on the back of the horse in front. Seeing this, the groom who was whipping the horse immediately understood what was going on and tightened the reins, causing the galloping horse to stop suddenly.

Then he reached out and pulled out a long knife wrapped in oilcloth from under the seat.

With a slight shake, the oilcloth suddenly shattered and scattered, and the groom casually grasped the hilt of the knife and jumped up. The sharp tip of the knife suddenly showed a cold light, and there was a murderous intent.

The whole process was done in one go, as if it was engraved into the groom's bones.

At this time, the sound of rain hitting the eaves of shops and the bluestone streets could be heard all around. The thick mist was several feet high, making the scenery near and far in the rain blurry.

The chief eunuch Sun Changyu and the groom stood quietly, both releasing their true energy. The rain in the sky and earth seemed to be drifting around them, and their robes were not stained with a single stain of water from beginning to end.

At the same time, a person was walking slowly on the rain-soaked street ahead.

The man wore a conical hat and a straw raincoat, and was tapping the ground with a bamboo stick. The sound was particularly clear amid the noise of the falling rain.

Behind the carriage, two swordsmen in green were riding tall horses, galloping towards them, stepping on the splashing water.

It was not until it was several feet away from the carriage that it suddenly stopped with a long horse neigh.

"call!"

"call!"

Two more masked men in black suddenly jumped out from behind the shops on both sides of the long street, causing gusts of whistling wind to penetrate the rain curtain, and quietly squatted on the roof.

……

"Five people!"

"Moreover, each of them is at the level of a martial arts grandmaster."

The groom uttered a hoarse voice and looked dim and unclear, while the eunuch Sun Changyu had a gloomy expression.

He stood on horseback, glanced at the five people around him, and said sternly:
"This is the capital of the Great Li Empire. I advise you to retreat quickly and not make mistakes!"

The feminine voice penetrated the dense rain curtain and echoed within a radius of ten feet.

At the same time, a cold and sinister energy spread out in all directions, sweeping up the rain between heaven and earth and sending it crashing towards the five people.

However, the five people around them remained unmoved, and the powerful energy that could easily overturn the carriage quietly dissipated in front of them.

"No hurry. Before you die, I must let you know at whose hands you will die. This way, I won't have wasted half a month sleeping in the open air and running such a long distance with my old bones."

The old man in the straw raincoat in front coughed, raised his old face covered with spots and spoke slowly.

His words seemed to be recognized by the other four people around him.

However, the two masked men in black on the roof just remained silent and nodded slightly.

One of the two blue-robed swordsmen laughed and said:

"Killing that son of the bastard emperor in this imperial capital is a great achievement that will shake the world. If we don't leave our names in the world, wouldn't it be a waste of such a good deed?"

As soon as he finished speaking, another swordsman in green said coldly:

"Remember, the one who killed you is the Second Hero of West Wind!"

(End of this chapter)