The Demon Lords

People with some experience in the street all know,

when a swordsman is very close to you, it often means that danger has already appeared before you.

Not to mention sparring or stopping at a point, the so-called martial arts competition or fight to the death, those battles lasting several days and nights are extremely rare.

Just like everyone in the street knows about the battle between the Sword Saint and Li Liangshen that lasted "three days and three nights,"

the reason was because Li Liangshen had military duties in between, causing a two-day delay, and they continued fighting upon his return.

Therefore,

the Sword Saint drew his sword,

then,

a hole appeared in the chest of the masked man.

"You..."

"Clang"

The broken blade fell to the ground,

the masked man struggled to raise his hand, pointing at the Sword Saint in front of him. He never expected that the dignified Sword Saint would launch a sneak attack.

This was not the ending he wanted,

even if he had to die by the hand of the Sword Saint, it shouldn’t be like this. His blade hadn’t even swung;

most importantly,

although the Sword Saint claimed not to know him, he hadn’t had a chance to reveal his identity.

The Sword Saint just shook his head, looking at the tottering masked man,

and said:

"I did not launch a sneak attack."

I blocked your sword,

I walked step by step to you,

I clearly told you, I was going to kill you,

yet you kept watching me come, not even raising the blade.

"You... despicable..."

The Sword Saint shook his head again,

still very earnestly replied:

"Anyway, you couldn’t defeat me."

"..." the masked man.

Sneak attack or not, even if we start openly and bathe in incense, the outcome of this fight is also predetermined.

No suspense, not even a bit.

Since it’s like this, there’s no need to care about whether it is a sneak attack.

"Thud..."

The masked man fell to the ground, finally losing his breath.

Lord Zheng, sitting on the Pixiu, witnessed the whole scene, then ordered his left and right:

"Do not remove the mask, decapitate, and throw it into the fire."

You like wearing a mask,

fine,

I won’t even look at your face.

Immediately, armor-clad soldiers stepped forward to comply, while Lord Zheng rode his Pixiu to the Sword Saint’s side, saying:

"Feeling uncomfortable?"

The Sword Saint shook his head, wiping the blood-stained Longyuan on the Pixiu’s fur.

"..." Pixiu.

Under Lord Zheng’s influence, besides occasionally sneaking a lick at the blood on the ground, the Pixiu usually paid great attention to grooming its fur.

But,

it also understood,

how terrifying the person in white before it and his sword really were.

Lord Zheng spoke:

"What the common people want is to live and work in peace and contentment, they would ruin the current hard-earned stable situation."

Lord Zheng is an expert in psychological counseling.

The Sword Saint smiled,

and said:

"If you die, Snow Sea Pass would fall into chaos, and my courtyard would also be unstable."

Zheng Fan heard this, nodded, and said nothing more.

The Sword Saint of youth, lived for youthful pride;

The Sword Saint after mastering swordsmanship, lived for the two words of great fame;

The Sword Saint who achieved success and fame, lived for the great righteousness of the country;

Now,

he just wants to live for his own little home.

What others say, how others see, he doesn’t care.

The heart of a swordsman is not just cold, but, with no distractions.

The small episode ended just like this, and there were no more accidents on the way to the Sun Mansion.

Arriving at the gate of Sun Mansion,

they saw the gate wide open, with a group of servants and maids kneeling on both sides inside the gate, shivering.

Behind the servants, sat Sun Ying on the ground.

Beside Sun Ying, stood Sun Liang with a lifeless expression.

The matter,

they already knew,

actually,

when news of the Yan Army storming into Sun Ying’s mansion and battling with rebels reached the main Sun Family residence, the matter became clear instantly.

The originally blindfolded Sun Youdao and his son Sun Liang immediately understood that all these things originated from Sun Ying.

Such a thing,

was something Sun Ying could do, and he would do.

Although it hadn’t been expected before, after the incident happened and it was pinned on him, it didn’t feel too strange.

Lord Zheng did not hurry into the mansion, but had his armored soldiers first enter, taking all the Sun family’s servants out.

Then,

Lord Zheng dismounted from the Pixiu and stood there.

He stood for quite a while.

The plaques on either side of the Sun family mansion’s entrance, the right side reads "Loyalty to the Country," and the left side reads "Mirror of the Sun and Moon."

These were personally penned by Situ Lei; "Mirror" refers to Sun Youdao’s constant advice to Situ Lei to refrain from arrogance and extravagance and be close to the people.

Because Situ Lei left behind a will pledging allegiance to the Yan State in his lifetime, none of Situ Lei’s writings are considered taboo, even now.

The Sword Saint spoke:

"Are the words beautiful?"

If not beautiful,

why are you standing here for so long?

Zheng Fan shook his head and said: "Waiting for you to enter first."

The Sword Saint smiled and said:

"You could have said so earlier."

Lord Zheng shook his head and said: "I also have my pride."

"Alright."

The Sword Saint stepped into the Sun Mansion, with Lord Zheng following closely behind, and then the wild people’s king followed.

Meanwhile, Sun Ying and Sun Liang were already surrounded by a group of armored soldiers.

At the same time, the inside and outside of Sun’s mansion were guarded by Lord Zheng’s own soldiers.

Sun Youdao himself reported by his subordinates, saying he was sitting in the hall.

Despite sitting on the ground with his legs disabled and seeming somewhat awkward, Sun Ying’s eyes seemed to shine once again when Zheng Fan walked in.

While his brother Sun Liang knelt on the ground.

He didn’t beg for mercy,

because Sun Liang knew,

at this time, begging was meaningless.