Fighter of the Destiny

In the distance is a vast ocean.

There is a ship in the ocean.

The second prince of Daxizhou stood at the bow of the ship, his clothes were fluttering, his eyebrows were furrowed, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Pastoral Wine Shi sat in the cabin, looking back at the way he came from from time to time, with a sad look on his face.

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For a creek, the Red River is extremely wide, no different than the ocean.

From the Luoxing Mountains to Baidi City, the stream becomes the Red River.

From the pier to the streets to the square to the meadow of the castle tower, there were people kneeling everywhere, like a tide.

Baidi returned to Baidi City.

Instead of returning directly to the imperial city, he chose to take a boat.

From the shore to the imperial city, the road is extremely wide.

He walked slowly among the tide of demon people, with his hands clasped behind his back, his expression not anxious, as if he just wanted to see if there was anything different about the old city he had not seen for several years.

While he was walking around Baidi City, ministers who were still loyal to Mrs. Mu either committed suicide or had their heads chopped off 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 that can be calmer and faster than a battle.

He didn't say anything and everything was settled.

Because this is his city.

All the streets and alleys in this city, as well as the mottled old stones on the stone walls, retain his breath.

All those breaths now belong to his body.

His figure became taller and taller, and his aura became more and more powerful.

The giant Yujing beast in the river hummed softly, expressing submission and welcome.

The black vulture in the high pavilion buried its head in its wings, trembling with fear.

He was already the most powerful being in the world, and now he was silently exuding aura, giving rise to a feeling of dominance and incomparable power.

The entire Baidi City, and all the lives outside the city, trembled and became restless before this momentum, and did not dare to make any sound.

In front of the imperial city, a figure who did not kneel finally appeared.

That figure was originally extremely tall, like a mountain peak.

The leader of the Xiang Clan stood in front of the city gate, looking at Bai Di 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 tribe in the Monster Clan. He himself is the strongest member of the Monster Clan besides Bai Di and his wife.

Mrs. Mu took advantage of Bai Di's serious injury and imprisoned him. Now it seems that he is of course a participant and the real conspirator.

No matter which angle you look at it, he does have the qualifications not to kneel, and he also has the reasons not to kneel.

Bai Di walked up to the leader of the Xiang Clan.

The leader of the Xiang Clan looked at Bai Di's somewhat 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 leader of the Xiang clan is a mountain, Baidi is the highest snow peak in the world.

When he leaned forward, the snow peak moved forward.

He looked down at the Xiang clan leader.

It's also like a god peeking out from the snowy peaks.

There was no emotion in his eyes, just a vast snowfield.

The traveler in the snowy field gradually faded away, just like all the past, kindness and compassion, leaving only indifference and coldness.

A flash of lightning lit up on the snowy field, illuminating the figure of the traveler.

It was a flash of light in the cold black eyes.

It was a hand falling from the sky.

The Xiang clan leader's eyes changed suddenly, and with a sharp roar, he stretched his arms across his body, like two extremely thick stone pillars, and moved towards the hand.

There was no fear or regret in his eyes, only shock and confusion, which looked very strange.

The wind howled over the snowy fields.

Thousands of piles of snow were rolled up.

The wax figures on the snowfield collapsed one after another.

There was a soft popping sound, and countless fine cracks appeared on the two stone pillars, and then gradually collapsed.

With a loud bang, the stone walls at the edge of the imperial city's main entrance collapsed one after another, and countless stones smashed into the surroundings.

The smoke and dust rose up, blocking all sight. The violent aura clashed with the terrifying pressure, cutting off all consciousness, and no sound could be heard.

Blood spurted out from the ears, mouth and nose of the Xiang clan leader, which looked particularly terrifying.

Strangely, there was not a trace of blood coming out of his completely shattered arms.

At the moment of his death, he finally understood the reason for all this, with a look 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 shouts of the Xiang clan leader failed to change the expression on Bai Di's face.

"Believe is the most useless word."

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The smoke and dust gradually settled down, and the rolling gravel also became calm.

There were several coughs coming from the depths of the imperial city, and Bai Emperor should have arrived there.

The prime minister of the demon clan, the leader of the noble clan and other important figures hurried forward and followed him away.

Xiaode stopped and looked at the body of the Xiang clan leader.

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 thought the Xiang clan leader's eyes were a little strange.

The leader of the Xiang Clan died, but he did not rest in peace.

His eyes were full of shock and anger.

This is what Xiaode doesn't understand - the Xiang Clan's patriarch pretended to be the White Emperor's imperial edict during the Return to Yuan Dynasty, and even cooperated with Mrs. Mu to conspire against him. Of course, he deserved death. He himself should also know this very well, why was he dying? Do you ever feel this way?

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At some point before Bai Di returned to his city.

There's a lot more going on in the city.

For example, some people left the Luoxing Mountains early and returned to Baidi City through the secret passage.

For example, some people began to make arrangements in advance, like the leader of the Xiang clan who later died.

He went directly to the imperial city without bringing any masters from the phase clan or a single loyal subordinate.

He even sent his most valued youngest 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 Queen wins the war 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 cruel 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. He was planning to leave on his own and go to the imperial city to help his father. He even wanted to persuade the Demon Lord to go with him.

The Demon Lord knew what the leader of the Xiang Clan thought and admired him very much. He felt that Xiang Qiu was stupid even more.

If Bai Emperor is really still alive, then Bai Emperor City will inevitably usher in an earth-shattering war.

In fact, the demon king believed that Bai Di must still be alive.

But he will not join this war.

Just like the leader of the Xiang Clan thought, no matter who wins, Bai Emperor or Mrs. Mu, they will not touch him.

Even though the Demon Lord's eyes were so sarcastic, Xiangqiu still didn't understand. He sighed in 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 important event that was 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 surrounded.

There was a blind luther player holding his guqin, standing outside the crowd.

He looked a little tired, his shoulders slumped slightly.

Or maybe it's because he just came back from the Falling Star Mountains.