The Transmigrated Sword Emperor

The dark clouds dispersed and the moonlight poured down from the sky once more.

Countless citizens walked out of their dreams and looked at the place where the fire had taken place.

"Isn't that Prince Ruyang's house? How could there be a fire?"

"That's the general's manor! It's on fire!"

"Well done! The heavens have finally opened their eyes! This is to vent their anger on these Mongolian patrolmen!"

Countless Chinese citizens stood on the streets, looking at the raging flames. They believed that the Mongols had provoked the wrath of the heavens, and they kneeled on the ground and looked up to the heavens.

There were also Mongolian people who could not believe what they had just heard. They muttered with their mouths agape, "Longevity Heaven, what exactly is going on?"

Within the imperial palace, the cries of battle shook the heavens as blood flowed like a small river.

In a dark corner of the capital, there were four hundred people gathered. These people held onto bloody sabers in their hands as they looked in the direction of the palace.

The middle-aged man in the lead had a perfectly fine right hand. At this moment, he covered his chest with his hand and looked anxious.

"Uncle Guo, from the sound of it, it seems like Big Bro has succeeded, right?" The handsome and youthful Yang Guan asked.

The rest of the people shifted their gazes to the man with the severed hand, wanting to see what he would say.

Martial arts cultivators generally had better hearing than ordinary people. Perhaps the shouts coming from the palace might not be heard by ordinary people, but these martial arts cultivators with inner force could hear them.

Guo Jing nodded, "Alliance Head should have succeeded, otherwise, there wouldn't be such a big commotion. But I am just worried that the chief might not be able to kill his way out. There are countless guards in the palace, and their killing intent is heavy. "

Guo Jing remained silent after speaking and became even more anxious.

"Uncle Guo, why don't we go and get eldest brother? I believe that with so many of us here, we'll be able to get eldest brother out."

"That's right, Hero Guo. Let's go get Alliance Head, we can't just let him go like this!"

Guo Jing pondered for a moment before nodding his head.

Immediately, a group of martial artists wearing black night clothes with swords in their hands rushed towards the entrance of the palace.

When these people arrived at the entrance of the Imperial Palace, they were stupefied. The city walls were several zhang tall, and the vermilion gate was thick and solid. How were they supposed to enter?

Perhaps Guo Qing and a few others with outstanding lightness skills could enter the Imperial Palace, but the majority of the remaining people couldn't.

All of a sudden, these martial artists could only stand on the spot and stare at each other.

As they tried to think of a way out, the cries of battle grew louder and closer. The pungent smell of blood filled the air.

"It's big brother! It must be him! After he killed his way to the gate, let's hurry up and help him!" Yang Zhen sniffed the air and smelled the thick scent of blood. He was so excited that he almost jumped up from his seat.

Guo Jing looked excited. Clenching his fists tightly, he turned around and said to the crowd, "It must be the chief. We'll go in and receive him!"

Just as Guo Qing finished speaking, a loud sound came from behind him.

The thick, vermilion gate of the imperial palace collapsed with a loud bang, raising a cloud of dust under the moonlight.

Staring over, he saw a bloodstained man holding a long sword standing proudly with countless Mongol Imperials following behind him.

Behind the man, blood flowed down along the stone floor, turning purplish black under the moonlight.

"Chief!"

Everyone shouted in unison, their eyes widened in shock.

Only when Li Dao had walked in front of them did these martial artists clearly see Li Dao's pale face. One look was enough to tell that he had exhausted too much of his true qi.

"Has the alliance master succeeded?"

Guo Qing hurried forward and asked.

Li Dao grinned, revealing his white teeth. Everyone was excited to see him smile. The answer was contained in his smile.

Behind him, there were countless other Mongol Imperials. They formed a black formation as they marched forward.

Guo Jing's expression was grave as he asked, "What should we do now?"

Li Dao shook his sword like Mount Tai as he slowly spat out a few words, "Kill your way out of the city!"