Zhao Hongmin abandoned everyone and fled back to the palace, leaving those who stayed standing there in amazement. After the commanders who came with Zhao Hongmin were killed, Tang Wurong wanted to resist, but there were five people on the opposite side and she was only one. How could she beat five against one? In fact, she could not beat any of the five. After paying a heavy price to escape into the cave with injuries, the remaining black-clad guards were leaderless and didn't know whether to advance or retreat.
Liam Ye wiped the non-existent floating life on the sword. After killing so many people, there was not even a drop of blood on his sword. It was clean and shiny as new. This sword was also a gift from the dragon clan, but it was not made by the dragon clan itself. No one knew which caravan it was from. Only the name of the sword was known, "Floating Life", but no one knew its origin.
This is a good sword, as thin as running water, as bright as moonlight, but it is extremely heavy in the hand and extremely sharp.
For many people, its appearance may be beautiful, but it is too heavy and not suitable for holding. For Liam Ye, it is just right. After he was promoted to a saint, he could use fewer and fewer swords. Often a sword would be destroyed after a short time of use, because his skills were too domineering, and the number of swords destroyed was almost equal to the number of people he killed.
"Since you are the royal guards, who can tell me how the emperor is doing now?"
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