There is a vast ocean in the distance.
There is a ship in the ocean.
The second prince of Daxizhou stood at the bow of the boat, his clothes were fluffy, his brows were deeply furrowed, and he was thinking about something.
Sitting in the cabin, Mu Jiushi looked back from time to time and looked a little sad.
…
…
For a creek, the Red River is extremely wide, no different from a vast ocean.
And from the Luoxing Mountains to Baidi City, the creek turned into a red river.
From the pier to the streets and alleys to the square to the meadow of the castle tower, kneeling people are everywhere, like a tide.
Baidi returned to Baidi City.
He did not return directly to the imperial city, but chose to take a boat.
From the shore to the imperial city, the road is extremely open.
He walked slowly among the tide-like monster people, with his hands behind his back, his expression was not eager, as if he just wanted to see if there was any difference in the old city that he hadn't seen for several years.
During the time when he was walking freely in Baidi City, the ministers who were still loyal to Mrs. Mu either committed suicide or had their heads beheaded by their relatives.
The most elite Red River Demon Guards also knelt in front of the imperial city after several extremely fierce conflicts. Their knees were covered with blood from their closest colleagues.
There is no real battle, it is calmer and quicker than the call-to-action.
He didn't say anything, and everything was settled.
Because this was originally his city.
All the streets and alleys of this city and the mottled old stones on the stone walls all retain his breath.
Those breaths now all belong to his body.
His figure became taller and taller, and his aura became stronger and stronger.
The giant Yujing beast in the river hummed in a low voice, expressing its submission and welcome.
The black eagle in the pavilion buried its head in its wings, trembling with fear.
He was originally the most powerful existence in the world, and at this moment, he exuded a breath in silence, giving birth to a feeling of domineering and unparalleled.
In the entire Baidi City, all life inside and outside the city trembled uneasy before this momentum, and did not dare to make any sound.
In front of the imperial city, a figure that did not kneel down finally appeared.
That figure was already extremely tall, like a mountain peak.
The patriarch of the Xiang clan stood in front of the city gate, looking at Baidi who was getting closer and closer, with complicated emotions in his eyes.
He is the chief elder of the Presbyterian Church, and his Xiang clan is the largest clan of the Yaozu, and he himself is the strongest of the Yaozu besides the Baidi couple.
Madam Mu took advantage of Baidi's serious injury and imprisoned him. Now it seems that he is of course a participant and the real conspiracy.
No matter from which angle you look at it, he does have the qualifications and reasons not to kneel.
Baidi walked up to the head of the Xiang clan.
The patriarch of the Xiang clan looked at Baidi's thin face, his expression changed slightly, and he opened his mouth to say something.
Bai Di leaned forward slightly, as if he wanted to see him clearly.
It's just a very simple movement, but it has an irresistible momentum.
If the head of Xiang clan is a mountain, Baidi is the highest snow peak in the world.
When he leaned forward, it was the snow peak moving forward.
He looked down at the patriarch of the Xiang clan.
It is also like a god poking his head out of the snow peak.
There was no emotion in his eyes, just a vast snowfield.
The traveler in the snowfield gradually went away, just like all the past, benevolence and compassion, what remained was indifference and severe cold.
A flash of lightning lit up on the snow field, illuminating the traveler's figure.
It was a gleam of light in the cold black eyes.
It was a hand that fell from the sky.
The patriarch of the Xiang clan's eyes changed suddenly, and with a sharp whistle, he stretched his arms across his body like two extremely thick stone pillars, and greeted that hand.
There was no fear or regret in his eyes, only shock and bewilderment, which looked very weird.
The strong wind howled over the snow field.
Roll up a thousand piles of snow.
The wax figures on the snow field collapsed one after another.
With a soft crack, countless fine cracks appeared on the two stone pillars, and then gradually cracked.
With a loud bang, the stone walls on the edge of the main gate of the imperial city collapsed one after another, and countless stones smashed to the surroundings.
There was a lot of smoke and dust, covering all sights, and the berserk aura countered the terrifying coercion, isolating all consciousness, and no sound could come out.
Blood spurted out from the ears and nose of the head of the Xiang clan, looking extremely terrifying.
Strangely, there was not a trace of blood flowing out of his completely shattered arms.
At the moment of dying, he finally understood the reason for all this, and there was an expression of disbelief and pain in his eyes.
"It turns out that hundreds of years have passed, and you still refuse to believe in my loyalty!"
The desperate and indignant cry of the Xiang clan patriarch failed to change the expression on Bai Di's face.
"Believe is the most useless word."
…
…
The smoke and dust gradually receded, and the rolling stones also returned to calm.
Several coughs came from the depths of the imperial city, Baidi should have arrived there.
The big figures such as the prime minister of the monster clan and the patriarch of the noble clan rushed forward and followed them.
Xiaode stopped in his tracks and looked at the corpse of the Xiang clan patriarch.
Of course someone has to be responsible for cleaning up the mess in front of the city gate, but it can't be him.
He stopped because he felt that the eyes of the Xiang clan patriarch were a little strange.
The patriarch of the Xiang clan died, but he did not rest in peace.
His eyes were full of shock and anger.
This is something that Xiaode doesn't understand—the patriarch of the Xiang clan pretended to be the emperor's decree during the return to Yuan ceremony, and even cooperated with Mrs. Mu to plot rebellion. But there will be such emotions
…
…
Sometime before Baidi returns to his city.
There's also a lot going on in the city.
For example, some people left the Luoxing Mountain Range ahead of time, and returned to Baidi City first through the secret passage.
For example, some people started to make some arrangements in advance, just like the patriarch of the Xiang clan who died later.
He went directly to the imperial city without bringing any masters of the Xiang family, nor did he bring a loyal subordinate.
He even sent his most important young son, Xiangqiu, to the compound not far from the manor.
Because he knows that this is the safest place, no matter whether His Majesty or the Empress wins the battle today, it will not affect this place.
Xiangqiu is the strongest member of the younger generation of the Xiang clan. He has been practicing secret techniques in the mountains since he was a child. He has a brutal temperament that is extremely rare in the Xiang clan, but he has little experience in the world.
He didn't understand why his father made such an arrangement at all, he was going to leave on his own to go to the imperial city to help his father, and he even wanted to persuade the devil to go with him.
The demon king knew what the head of the Xiang clan thought, and admired him very much, and felt that Xiangqiu was stupid even more.
If Baidi is really still alive, then Baidi City will inevitably usher in a world-shattering war.
In fact, the Demon Lord believed that the White Emperor must still be alive.
But he will not participate in this war.
Just like the patriarch of the Xiang clan thought, no matter who wins, Baidi or Mrs. Mu, he will not be touched.
Even though the devil's eyes were so sneering, Xiangqiu still didn't understand, he let out a bit of annoyance, and walked out of the courtyard with his most loyal subordinates.
He was a little worried about his father's safety, and he didn't want to miss this event destined to be recorded in history, so he decided to rush to the imperial city.
But he couldn't get out because the compound was cordoned off.
A blind luthier was holding a guqin and standing outside the crowd.
He looked a little tired, his shoulders drooping slightly.
Or it was because he had just rushed back from the Falling Star Mountains.