Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 437 The Whole City Is in Turmoil
The crescent moon hung like a hook, and thin, fine snowflakes fell silently from the clouds.

The snow is still falling, and the wind has not yet subsided.

Occasionally, fragments of broken bricks from the study would fall to the ground, making a few soft sounds, but otherwise, there was no other noise; the whole city was quiet.

In the heart of the imperial city, on the Hundred-Foot White Stone Square, two figures stood silently, with fine snow swaying gently in the wind around them.

Dark shadows occasionally flickered around. The imperial guards, drawn by the earlier noise, landed like ghosts on the outer edge of the square. Upon seeing the two figures in the center of the square, they couldn't help but take a deep breath, their eyes becoming serious.

The square was so quiet that even the most skilled imperial guards dared not make a move. They communicated silently with gestures and glances, encircling the square to prevent the thieves from escaping.

Sensing countless figures approaching the White Stone Square, Meng Po immediately realized this was not the time to admire male beauty. She quietly slipped out of Zhao Wumian's arms, glanced around, and said in a low, solemn voice:
“If this drags on any longer, there will only be more people coming. If we are surrounded by tens of thousands of people… and among these tens of thousands, there might be some martial arts masters disguised as commoners who will ambush us… You and I might be able to break through, but it is not certain that you, madam, will be able to.”

"Just now I learned from the Khan of the grasslands that Uudam is not in the capital, but he does not know exactly where Uudam is... Therefore, Uudam may be thousands of miles away, or he may be on his way back to Mingdu. We should not delay, otherwise it will be a life-changing event."

Zhao Wumian's gaze locked onto Canglanghan, and upon hearing this, he felt a slight pang of regret... Uudam was not in Mingdu.

Zi Yi blinked and tightened the large bundle on her back, looking rather cute and innocent. However, when she turned to look at Zhao Wumian, her expression couldn't help but show a hint of nervousness.

Being in the heavily guarded imperial city, aside from everything else, just seeing the countless dark figures, like locusts, swarming towards this place in the darkness was enough to send chills down one's spine.

Even the highest level of martial arts has its limits in terms of stamina. Tens of thousands of martial artists are a formidable fighting force wherever they go. Fighting them head-on would be pointless except for wasting energy and increasing the risk.

We can't gamble on whether Zhao Wumian can crush their morale and cause them to flee in panic before he runs out of energy.

Moreover, they have already gotten what they wanted.

Once Ziyi safely returns south, she can refine the Heavenly Profound Dust into pills to help Zhao Wumian fully cultivate the Innate Ten Thousand Poisons Body.

Therefore, Ziyi couldn't help but whisper, "Let's go, let's reunite with Yuanmu and the others for now, and break out of the city."

Canglang Khan, dressed in a brocade official robe and wrapped in a wolf-skin cloak, stood straight before the collapsed study, his eyes fixed on Zhao Wumian like a wild wolf locking onto its prey, fierce and savage. Upon hearing this, he calmly replied in fluent Central Plains Mandarin:
"Run? Can the Grand Preceptor, whose whereabouts are currently unknown, really frighten the famous Marquis Weiming of the Southern Dynasty into fleeing in panic? If that's the case, then wouldn't all the attention we've paid to you recently become a joke?"

Meng Po frowned. "This is just a provocation. Don't fall for it. A martial artist's strength is ultimately proven through fighting, not through words... No matter how much the Rong people comfort themselves by saying you're inferior to Uudam, who will dare to say a word when you kill Uudam?"

Before Meng Po could finish speaking, a burst of fireworks suddenly lit up outside the city walls of the imperial city, shooting straight into the sky and blooming in the night.

Meng Po's expression changed slightly, "That's not the main street of the South City..."

Zi Yi looked up at the fireworks behind her, her pretty face slightly surprised in the firelight. "Yuan Mu and the others are fighting with people."

Canglang Khan smiled slightly, "While you were searching for the Imperial Seal in the study, I naturally couldn't have been completely unprepared..."

Zhao Wumian knew that Ding Jingcheng was definitely involved. Although he believed that the guy was no match for Yuan Mu and the others, now that the truth had come out, Mingdu would definitely be in chaos. It would be better for them to reunite than for him to fight alone in the capital.

The information that Uudam is not in Mingdu can only be believed to a maximum of 50%... who knows, he might actually be the one who was lured away from the mountain.

"Let's rendezvous with Tomoki first!"

Thinking of this, Zhao Wumian slightly bent his boots and suddenly stepped back, his body retreating explosively. He raised his arm and hugged Meng Po and the little waist of the woman in purple. Then he turned around and stepped back again, his figure transforming into a black shadow and soaring into the sky.

"Want to run!?"

Canglanghan stared intently at Zhao Wumian, moving almost in sync with him. Suddenly, he exerted force with both legs, his body soaring straight into the sky, his wolf-skin cloak fluttering in the wind, like a hawk catching a rabbit, as he suddenly pressed down on Zhao Wumian.

"Chase!"

The imperial guards around them suddenly moved, swarming towards Zhao Wumian and his group like a locust plague.

Zhao Wumian was carrying two women, and despite their weight, their speed was not slow at all. However, Zi Yi's martial arts skills were mediocre, and if she moved too fast, even a gust of wind could leave her covered in wounds.

Thanks to this, it was clearly unrealistic to rely solely on lightness skills to shake off Canglang Khan, but Zhao Wumian knew that as the next national advisor, Canglang Khan's martial arts skills were undoubtedly among the best in the martial arts world, so he did not underestimate him.

He suddenly flicked his sword, a black line flashed, and a tiny gap suddenly appeared in the snow curtain. The five imperial guards blocking his way were immediately cut in half at the waist. But Zhao Wumian did not stop. His long boots stomped over his shoulder, and while maintaining his speed, he turned around and flicked his finger.

call out!
The Six Meridians Divine Sword moved silently, piercing through the wind and snow in the blink of an eye, heading straight for Canglanghan's brow.

Because he had only been practicing for a short time, this move was still somewhat inferior to Shaman Tian's. However, in theory, even if this kind of hidden weapon-like move could not injure Canglang Khan, it should have made him dodge in a hurry and slowed him down.

To Zhao Wumian's slight surprise, Canglang Khan seemed to have anticipated this move. He suddenly turned his head, and a black line followed closely behind, grazing his cheek and bringing with it a drop of blood.

Not only was Zhao Wumian surprised, but even Canglang Khan himself looked at him with a somewhat astonished expression.

How did he manage to dodge with such minimal movement?

How did he even know shamanic tricks?!
The two exchanged thoughts in a flash, and Zhao Wumian immediately realized that Canglang Khan, as the next national advisor, must have been carefully trained by Udam and Shamantian, and had been given plenty of training sessions on a daily basis.

Thanks to this, Canglang Khan must have mastered the art of dealing with the Six Meridians Divine Sword to the point of instinct.

Having two of the world's top martial arts masters as his sparring partners was a privilege that even Zhao Wumian and Xiao Yuanmu had never enjoyed since childhood, which made him slightly astonished. This was truly a 'second-generation martial artist'.

This is the future of the Rong people hidden in the grasslands by Uudam... When Uudam dies in the martial world, Canglang Khan will succeed him as the national advisor. At least in terms of martial arts, he can defy public opinion and is worthy of the title of national advisor.

A few thoughts flashed through his mind briefly, and Canglang Han behind him had already put away his surprised expression, turning cold and aloof. He raised his hand and shot out two dull threads of unknown material from his sleeve.

The silk thread pierced the city wall in front of him, then suddenly taut. Canglanghan pulled back with both hands, using the force to increase his speed dramatically. He transformed into a streak of black light and crashed into Zhao Wumian, then bent his knee and kicked forward.

The speed was too fast, and Zhao Wumian had nowhere to use his strength while in the air. He snorted coldly, raised his hand and threw Ziyi and Meng Po into the air. He bent his forearm slightly and spun in the air. He delivered a powerful elbow strike that spun half a circle in the snow and accurately hit Canglang's sweaty leg.

A martial artist's strength originates from the ground. As long as one hasn't reached the level of cultivating immortality, one must abide by this principle. However, Zhao Wumian, having thrown the two women in mid-air and then turned around to make his move, had already depleted a significant amount of his innate strength.

On the other hand, Canglanghan, relying on the strength of his own line, was able to deliver three parts punches and seven parts kicks, so there was no reason for him to be at a disadvantage.

Just as Canglanghan was beginning to predict in his mind how he should pursue and expand his advantage, the tremendous force coming from the toes of his foot made a moment of astonishment and freeze in his eyes.

bang——

The moment the two made contact, the snowflakes in mid-air suddenly began to fly outwards.

The hem of Canglang's brocade robe suddenly stretched backward, and then his legs bent slightly, causing him to fly backward uncontrollably, as if a cannonball had smashed through several palace gates, causing a sudden commotion in the deep palace.

In contrast, Zhao Wumian stepped backward on the majestic city wall with his boots, causing a ring of dents and cracks in the wall as the force was absorbed. He then lightly touched the ground with his toes and casually leaped onto the wall, clearly unaffected.

On the city wall, the imperial guards were rushing about in a panic, intending to rid Zhao Wumian of arrows with a thousand arrows. At this moment, Zhao Wumian suddenly stepped onto the city wall, causing the guards on the wall to freeze in place.

Zhao Wumian didn't care about these small fry and didn't even look at them. He flew up again to catch the falling purple-clad woman. He was about to turn around and grab Meng Po's waist when she nimbly dodged him.

"I am a demoness from the Western Regions, and you are a marquis from the Central Plains. If word gets out that you're embracing and kissing each other..."

Boom!

Before Meng Po could finish speaking, a loud explosion suddenly came from behind her. Turning around hastily, she saw spiderweb-like cracks suddenly appear in the center of the majestic city wall, followed by a deafening explosion from the center, startling the guards on the wall who fell to their deaths with screams.

Canglanghan burst out of the rubble like a rampaging tiger. His clothes were tattered, and although there were no visible injuries, his hair was disheveled, and his eyes were fierce and bloodshot, as if he had lost his mind. A long howl like that of a wild wolf came from his throat.

"Ouch——"

A mournful howl echoed throughout Mingdu in the blink of an eye, and the vast Black City was visibly silent for a moment before suddenly becoming noisy.

Even Meng Po was so frightened by Cang Lang Han's appearance that her face turned pale. "Has this person gone mad?!"

dong dong dong ——

Someone rings the bell, which means the city is under lockdown.

Zhao Wumian looked at him coldly, then suddenly raised his hand and threw the purple robe to Meng Po. He lightly stepped on a tall arrow tower outside the imperial city, and his figure turned in the snow, like a sharp sword being drawn from its sheath, piercing the night sky.

"Take her to find Yuanmu, I'll kill him!"

"Hey..."

The woman in purple was thrown into Meng Po's arms. The two stunningly beautiful women stared at each other, slightly stunned, before Meng Po finally reacted.

Zhao Wumian is doing this to protect her reputation in the martial arts world... Now that she is wearing purple, it means that the Western Region demoness is holding Zhao Wumian's wife hostage, not that the two have joined forces.

Thinking of this, Meng Po muttered to herself that Zhao Wumian was quite perceptive.

Without daring to linger, he took Ziyi and leaped several times from the eaves of the street, rushing towards Nanshi.

Meng Po's martial arts skills were far inferior to Zhao Wumian's, and she dared not be as skilled and daring as Zhao Wumian, heading straight for the imperial city.

Once surrounded by the palace guards, it wouldn't be difficult for Meng Po to break through, but Zi Yi would likely perish there.

The woman in purple, carrying a large bundle, was being tossed around like an object, and her head was still spinning. Seeing this, she quickly shook her head to calm herself down.

At that moment, Meng Po, in an attempt to ease the tense atmosphere, laughed and said:
"Your husband trusts me quite a bit, entrusting his young wife to me so easily. Aren't you afraid I'll harm you?"

Zi Yi rubbed her head and casually said:

"It's not that I trust you, it's that I trust his martial arts skills. If you show even the slightest sign of wanting to harm me, he will be there to kill you in the next instant..."

"Huh? Are you kidding me, he..."

Meng Po glanced furtively behind her and realized that Zhao Wumian was fighting and retreating, and was actually not far away from her. Her mood instantly soured.

"Hmph..." She snorted coldly and silently hurried towards Nanshi.

Although Zhao Wumian denied any relationship with Meng Po, since she had already touched her, Zi Yi had already begun to regard Meng Po as a sister in her heart, and at this moment she comforted her:

"It's not that I'm wary of you, it's just that being closer makes it easier for them to come to our aid and protect us..."

"I do not believe……"

Meng Po muttered something to herself, then couldn't help but look back at Zhao Wumian with a hint of nervousness, her steps slowing down a bit.

Being closer makes it easier for Zhao Wumian to come to her aid, and naturally, it also makes it easier for her to come to Zhao Wumian's aid in return...

The commotion and noise echoed throughout the streets and alleys of Mingdu. Cattle and sheep, startled, rushed out of their enclosures, bellowing and running amok in the streets and alleys.

Zhao Wumian's dark cloak fluttered as he rushed towards Canglanghan, eager to test the effectiveness of his solidified inner energy in actual combat. Therefore, he had not brought any weapons when he infiltrated the imperial city.

Kakaka————

Canglanghan rushed out of the imperial city and landed on the eaves of a building amidst the rubble. His feet slid forward a distance along the eaves due to inertia, sending tiles flying.

Then he bent over like a wolf, and with his hands and feet like a wild beast, he ran across the rooftops, leaping and running wildly across several rooftops.

Zhao Wumian was startled by Canglanghan's beast-like demeanor and wondered where Udamu had found this savage. He then saw Canglanghan suddenly exert his strength, and the eaves beneath his feet exploded with a loud crash.

He rose up like a black wolf under the moon, his claws snarling as he aimed straight for Zhao Wumian's neck.

Canglang Han was also unarmed, clearly a habit he developed from being raised among wolves, which gave him a unique and wild style of fist and palm fighting.

"Well done!"

Zhao Wumian neither dodged nor avoided, but raised his hand to his waist, making a grasping motion in mid-air as if holding a sword hilt. The two closed the distance in the blink of an eye. One hundred paces, fifty paces, ten paces.

Before he could even reach the attack range, black energy suddenly filled Zhao Wumian's palm. The ominous black energy, solidified into a tangible form, transformed into a sword beam and thrust out fiercely.

hum!
The black mist transformed into a longsword that swept through the air with a loud bang. The fastest sword in the martial world, unreservedly thrust towards Canglanghan. Although it was not yet within striking distance, the black mist, like restless waves, rushed forward to form the sword tip, extending forward in the blink of an eye.

Although the speed was affected by the 'Internal Breath Transformation into Sword', making it not as fast as before, this was the first time Zhao Wumian had used this move, and it was enough to catch Canglang Khan off guard.

The so-called trump card move is a move that catches the enemy off guard and is unexpected.

The incoming Grand Preceptor, however, seemed to have anticipated this. His aura suddenly changed, and he raised his hand, hooking a silver thread onto the eaves of the pavilion. He leaped into the air, narrowly dodging the sword, leaving only a small hole in the hem of his robe.

The unstoppable black sword then pierced through the snow curtain and several rooftops in the blink of an eye, spreading for several feet, passing through the three pursuing guards like a string of candied hawthorns, before withdrawing in a flash, leaving a trail of blood beads in the air.

?

Zhao Wumian frowned slightly, seeing a resemblance to Zhu Jiutian in Canglanghan... that beastly intuition that seemed to predict the future.

Zhao Wumian did not hesitate and immediately changed his move, wielding his sword with a backhand that brought up a line of lightless cold light in the snow curtain, striking Canglanghan's waist and abdomen.

A sword strike, as ethereal as moonlight, was unleashed, but Canglang Han had anticipated it. Using the silk threads for leverage, he somersaulted, his sword grazing the blade in a flash, before spinning and delivering a whip kick aimed at Zhao Wumian's temple.

"Impressive footwork..."

Zhao Wumian laughed heartily.

Canglanghan's eyes were cold. At such close range, even Udam had no way to avoid it and could only take the hit head-on.

Zhao Wumian did not dodge either, but a look of horror appeared in Canglanghan's eyes right afterward.

As soon as Zhao Wumian's black sword brushed past Canglanghan's body, it seemed to come alive, turning into lines like a black tide, or like slender, pitch-black tentacles sticking to Canglanghan's lower abdomen.

Zhao Wumian raised his hand and pulled down forcefully, causing Canglanghan to lose his balance for a moment. Zhao Wumian used this as leverage, bending down and pressing his back to the ground, sliding smoothly over Canglanghan before lightly patting the ground with his palm.

A figure in black instantly soared into the air, and after several turns in the air, he appeared behind Canglanghan. The black thread in his hand suddenly disappeared, and he raised his arm and shot out another thread made of black energy, which was like black light that grazed Canglanghan and nailed to the wall!

Zhao Wumian's eyes turned cold, and he pulled him back with his forearm, dragging him close to Canglanghan. His long boots were heavily imprinted on Canglanghan's cheek!
"You think you're the only one who knows how to play with lines?!"

Bang!
The powerful kick sent Canglanghan flying sideways like a cannonball, smashing through the eaves of more than a dozen buildings before landing beneath the towering Wangnan Tower, leaving a visible trail of holes in the snow.

Having gained the upper hand in one move, Zhao Wumian gave Canglang Khan no chance to catch his breath. He raised his hand and shot out another black thread to entangle Canglang Khan. He then stomped his feet on the ground and exerted force, his whole body like a swooping eagle, passing through the empty house left by Canglang Khan in the blink of an eye.

In the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of the flying wolf in black, raised his hand and pressed down hard, pressing his forehead down, like slamming a basketball, and slammed his head down heavily onto the solid bricks of Wangnan Tower.

boom!
The floor tiles cracked instantly. This move showed that Canglang Khan was not human at all; it was so fierce that even Meng Po could hardly bear to watch.

Sweat-covered Canglang flew through the air, his hair flying. All he had learned was the true teachings of Udamu, including the external martial arts. But even so, when the energy entered his brain, he felt the scene in front of him tremble rapidly, clearly a sign of a concussion. He was momentarily stunned.

Fearing for Zhao Wumian's safety, Meng Po didn't dare to go far. Standing high up, she had a wide field of vision and noticed a cold glint in the smoke and dust.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she couldn't help but shout a warning: "Someone's attacking!"

Her reminder was timely, and she even forgot that she should distance herself from Zhao Wumian outside, but the speed of the fight between the martial arts masters far surpassed the speed of sound.

Zhao Wumian pressed down on Canglanghan's head, bent over like a tiger, and was about to deliver the finishing blow, but before he could exert any force, he suddenly heard an extremely shrill sound of a sword being drawn.

A flash of cold light, and the smoke and snow were suddenly swept away by a crack.

Ding Jingcheng appeared behind Zhao Wumian at some point, gripping a knife in both hands, veins bulging on his forehead, one eye covered with a white cloth seeping blood, the other eye wide open in anger, filled with murderous intent.

Even though they were both martial arts masters, no matter how strong they were, they were still mortals before becoming immortals, and their strength could hardly make a qualitative leap. Therefore, even without the assistance of Uudam and Meng Po, Ding Jingcheng saw the opening and did not hesitate to strike.

Meng Po and Zi Yi's pretty face paled slightly. They hadn't expected that after Ding Jingcheng reported them, he wouldn't join the Rong people in besieging Xiao Yuanmu and the others, but instead hid in the side, waiting for Zhao Wumian to make a mistake.

While Zhao Wumian was fighting Canglang Khan, his mind was on edge, and he was mostly focused on Canglang Khan. However, being in the capital of the grassland kingdom, and thinking that Uudam might be hiding nearby, Zhao Wumian never let his guard down. Without Meng Po's reminder, he had already noticed Ding Jingcheng's presence.

At this moment, the distance was too close, and there was no way to avoid it. Ding Jingcheng's sword had been prepared for a long time. Not to mention dodging, Zhao Wumian didn't even have time to turn around.

Ding Jingcheng couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at having avenged his great enemy, but then he heard a crisp 'clang' and felt a force from the blade that made Ding Jingcheng's hand ache.

He looked on in horror. The blade was less than three inches from Zhao Wumian's neck, but the dark, yin energy, which seemed to be alive, was like countless black tentacles, blocking the blade and making it impossible for it to advance any further.

The shaman's inner energy protects the body... but Zhao Wumian is a bit more wicked. These methods of turning inner energy into black tentacles are actually quite wasteful and relatively inefficient, since it takes effort to 'shape' them.

It's not that Zhao Wumian can't be like Shamantian; it's purely a personal preference.

However, it was also clear that he was completely at ease at that moment.

Countless black wisps of energy emanated from Zhao Wumian's neck, trapping Ding Jingcheng's longsword. He then slowly turned his head, glanced at the horrified Ding Jingcheng, and smiled slightly.

"Scared?"

Ding Jingcheng was more than just frightened; he almost began to wonder if Zhao Wumian had detached himself from human form and become some kind of monster.

Back in Jiannan, the two fought back and forth, exchanging blows in a very realistic manner, befitting the style of martial arts practitioners.

Now, however, Zhao Wumian...

The battle did not give Ding Jingcheng any extra time to think, nor would Zhao Wumian.

As he turned his head, he clenched his fist with one hand, and black energy instantly overflowed from his skin and covered him, like a meteor hammer. Although the barbs were not shiny, they were extremely sharp, and they slammed heavily from bottom to top onto Ding Jingcheng's hastily raised forearm.

Bang!
A muffled thud rang out, scattering the snow in the nearby air. Ding Jingcheng's old strength had just been depleted and new strength had not yet been generated. His physique was far inferior to Zhao Wumian's at this moment. A crisp snapping sound came from his forearm.

Then, he bent over like a shrimp, and suddenly flew backwards into the sky like an arrow, smashing the eaves of the more than ten-story Wangnan Tower, sending tiles and wood flying everywhere.

Zi Yi, Meng Po, and almost everyone in Mingdu saw a dark figure rise from below, higher than Wangnan Tower.

Ding Jingcheng's forearm twisted unnaturally, and he spat out a mouthful of blood while in mid-air. But thanks to this, his vision improved, and he saw Meng Po standing with Zi Yi, gazing at this place.

The two looked at each other.

A hint of confusion appeared in Ding Jingcheng's eyes. "I'm fighting against the enemies of the Holy Sect, why are you just watching the show?"
He immediately understood.

It turns out that Meng Po had long been bewitched by Zhao Wumian. When she saved her life during the Battle of Jiannan, it was probably just a token of loyalty.

With this in mind, Ding Jingcheng immediately made the most correct decision at that moment.

After smashing through countless eaves, he raised his hand and plunged his long sword into the wall of the pavilion to release the force, intending to use the momentum to step forward and escape.

There's a spy within the Holy Church, a ghost! This intelligence must be sent to the Western Regions.

Seeing that Ding Jingcheng was about to run away after only one move with him, Zhao Wumian was so angry that he laughed.

"Ding Jingcheng, one of the Five Sacred Mountains?! Ding is the one who should be fleeing for his life!"

Ding Jingcheng could escape from Zhao Wumian once, but he would never escape a second time. He pushed off with both feet, soared into the sky, and leaped over the flying rubble and fine snow. In the blink of an eye, he reached the top of the towering Wangnan Tower and blocked Ding Jingcheng's way.

Ding Jingcheng had anticipated this. He threw his short sword at Zhao Wumian, then twisted the hilt of his sword to the side, flipped over, stepped onto the wall of the pavilion, and fled to the side, not even bothering to draw his own weapon.

Clang—

But someone grabbed the hilt of the knife, pulled it from the pavilion, and with a flash of cold light, like a startled swan in a snowy night, the tip of the knife suddenly pierced Ding Jingcheng's heart.

Pfft—

Blood splattered everywhere, and amidst the swirling snowflakes, the gleaming blade pierced through his heart.

Ding Jingcheng's path was blocked by Zhao Wumian, leaving him with only this one escape route and no room to dodge. He looked back in astonishment.

Meng Po gripped the hilt of the knife tightly with her small hands, twisting the blade violently. A cold glint suddenly flashed from her heart across Ding Jingcheng's neck, almost splitting him in two.

Before Ding Jingcheng could even speak, his enormous head shot skyward, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Seeing that Ding Jingcheng had discovered her identity, Meng Po knew she couldn't let him return safely to report, otherwise all the Hu girls she had adopted over the years would die tragically. That's why she acted ruthlessly and without mercy.

Looking south from the top of the tower, the wind howled, and blood was swept up by the wind, scattering across the Ming capital.

Zhao Wumian stood atop the mountain, looking at Meng Po, whose clothes were stained with blood, with a look of astonishment in his eyes.

People in the martial arts world always talk about the three great enchantresses, but in Zhao Wumian's eyes, there are no enchantresses... they are all his lovely little lovers.

That's why Meng Po's murderous appearance at this moment couldn't help but make him a little lost in thought.

Canglanghan was still embedded in the stone bricks under Wangnan Tower, with blood at the corner of his mouth, clearly indicating that he had suffered a serious injury.

But as he recovered from his concussion, his expression remained unchanged. Seeing Meng Po behead Ding Jingcheng with a single stroke, his old strength gone and new strength yet to arise, he knew that this woman must also be Zhao Wumian's old flame. He immediately decided to attack where she would have to defend, and stomped his boots heavily on the ground.

In the blink of an eye, he soared into the sky, covering a distance of dozens of feet, his five fingers dripping with blood, and aimed directly at Meng Po's delicate neck.

Meng Po had just killed Ding Jingcheng and hadn't recovered yet when Cang Langhan rushed up to her with disheveled hair.

She swung her longsword sharply, the cold light suddenly scraping against the air at a blunt angle, blocking Canglanghan's path, leaving him only able to hastily parry.
But now, the one being attacked by two against one is Canglanghan.

With the purple-clad figure still below, Zhao Wumian had no interest in engaging in a fierce battle with Canglang Han high up.

His eyes were icy cold. He suddenly appeared beside Cang Langhan, grabbed his outstretched forearm, pressed down hard, and slammed his knee into Cang Langhan's chest, pinning him to the ground.

Canglang Han had anticipated this, and raised his hand to throw a punch at Zhao Wumian, but Zhao Wumian grabbed one of his forearms with one hand, while the other hand reached behind him into the air.

Before Canglanghan's fist could touch Zhao Wumian, the snowstorm fell silent for a moment, only to be met with a loud shout from Zhao Wumian.

"drink!"

boom!
A massive, dark aura suddenly erupted from Zhao Wumian's palm, and the immense force it brought caused Zhao Wumian to break out in a cold sweat as he abruptly slammed straight down from the top of the Wangnan Tower.

The entire city of Mingdu was teeming with people. Suddenly, a wave of black mist appeared on the top of the towering Wangnan Tower, which abruptly blew open the dome and dispersed the clouds.

The silver moon then appeared behind the clouds.

Moonlight spills over the capital.

Since winter began, it has been snowing every day. How long has it been since the grasslands have seen a clear night sky?

The city was silent, and everyone stared in astonishment at the clear night sky.

Then, to their horrified gaze, the towering, magnificent Wangnan Tower collapsed from its center.

Rumble…

(End of this chapter)