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nChangan stopped snowing.

nThe sky was covered in thick soot and flaming clouds as if there was a massive stove burning behind it.

nEveryone on the ground was looking up in utter shock.

nIn the sky above the palace, the Code that mysteriously vanished had appeared once again, ripping through the space and shocking everyone with its presence.

nThe only difference was there was a figure below the Code.

nThe figure was dressed in a blood-red robe, his face as naive as before.

nThe face of the most outstanding person in the White Jade Square and the person who stepped foot onto the White Jade Court. He appeared in front of everyone in the most unexpected way!

nUnder the Code, the bow was still anchored.

nThe figure still drew the bow mercilessly, ready to shoot.

nAt that moment, Fang Lang seemed to be shining brilliantly.

nLu Taixuan, Li Puyi and the other important officials squinted their eyes and stared at him in disbelief.

nHow did Fang Lang… get involved with the Code?

nThe imperial censors and the other officials had their mouths wide open as they sucked in a cold breath.

nThe third prince, Li Liancheng, was crouching on the floor as he lifted his head and watched in a daze.

nThe second prince was giggling while the fifth princess coughed and glanced curiously at the young lad beneath the Code.

nSwoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

nThe Tang Code’s red arrow that bore the punishment shot out from the young man’s bow.

nIt was as if the young man was chosen by the Code to be its representative.

nThe sect leaders of the ten great sects watched in horror.

nThe Main Path Guild, Meridian Guild, Immortal Martial Association and All-Seeing Buddha Sect were astounded.

nThe Blooming Lotus circled around the young man. The Code was hovering above his head as he shot arrows on behalf of the Code.

nWith everyone watching, the young man shot an arrow towards the Taiji Palace and impaled Nan Yehuo on the floor.

nThen, he kept shooting, all the arrows went straight into Nan Yehuo’s body and pinned his soul!

nThe Code’s attack would harm one’s soul.

nAlthough Nan Yehuo’s strength was enhanced by the Great Elixir Pill so much to the point that he was on the verge of transcendence, the Tang Code’s red arrow would still be able to pierce through his soul and severely wound him!

nEvery cultivator in the Tang Dynasty knew that one could never escape from the Code’s judgment.

nEven if that person was at the peak of the ninth-class realm.

nTherefore, when Fang Lang shot out the Code’s arrow, it was able to impale Nan Yehuo on the floor.

nOf course, another important reason was that the Emperor extended his hand and crushed Nan Yehuo’s sword.

nNan Yehuo’s injured and shaken soul made him vulnerable and he was unable to react in time to avoid the Tang Code’s red arrow.

nHe felt that his soul was about to explode. Blood kept oozing out of his mouth as he stared at the great figure with his blood-shot eyes.

n“Did I make the wrong decision?”

nNan Yehuo struggled to get back on his feet.

nHowever, when he finally managed to stand up, another red arrow shot through his back and seeped into his soul.

nBang!

nNan Yehuo fell onto the ground from the impact of that arrow.

nBoth his arms were trembling, blood flowed out from his nose and mouth continuously.

nAbove the Taiji Palace, Fang Lang was dressed in a blood-red robe, shooting mercilessly. Nocked the arrow, fingers curled, drew the bow and fired!

nHe executed the series of actions seamlessly without hesitation.

nIt was as if he represented the unforgiving Code who was judging Nan Yehuo.

nThe surrounding was silent, only the sound of Nan Yehuo getting shot arrow after arrow could be heard in the Taiji Palace.

nNan Yehuo gave up all hope as he knew that he had missed the window of opportunity. He had made a wrong bet.

nNan Yehuo’s unibrow kept shaking, his hair was disheveled. He raised his head and stared at the sky. He noticed Fang Lang with the Code above his head.

nHe never expected that this insignificant young man that he once ignored would hold the key that changed the course of events. That arrow was the confounding factor that turned the tide around.

nHe gaped at Fang Lang who had transformed into the adjudicator of the Code.

n“You… again…” Nan Yehuo’s voice was deep and hoarse.

nHe had an ambiguous expression on his face.

nFang Lang!

nHim again!

nNan Yehuo was furious.

nHe regretted not killing him when he had the chance. He thought he treated Fang Lang as someone he valued.

nHowever, it was not easy to kill Fang Lang and he turned out to be the person who ruined his entire plan.

nThe Tang Code’s red arrow was corroding his soul.

nNan Yehuo realized that he might not get out of this alive. He had lost this battle.

nNan Yehuo stumbled his way up reluctantly.

nHe was not willing to go down like this. Donglu’s Sword League would certainly fall without a chance of survival.

nHe had to find a way to save Donglu’s Sword League!

nIf only he could catch a glimpse of the great figure and reveal the truth to the world!

nSomeone would definitely lend a hand to protect Donglu’s Sword League from annihilation.

nSomehow, Nan Yehuo managed to gather the strength and charged towards the Emperor. He moved so quickly that his reflection turned into a ball of flames in the golden armor guards’ eyes.

nSwoosh!

nAbove the Taiji Palace, Fang Lang’s consciousness was still under the Code’s control. He continued to shoot the Tang Code’s red arrows at Nan Yehuo’s soul.

nHowever, Nan Yehuo went berserk and ignored the immense pain in his soul. He channeled the monstrous power that he temporarily gained from the Grand Elixir Pill and reached the front of the throne.

nHe extended his palm towards the figure behind the mist. He felt the layers of transcendence and was on the brink of removing the mysterious veil that covered the Emperor.

nNonetheless, the figure on the throne reached out his hand once more and aimed at Nan Yehuo. With a hitting motion mid-air, it seemed as if a palm attack landed on Nan Yehuo’s skull in a flash.

nThis was from someone who had attained transcendence. It was unstoppable.

nNan Yehuo’s hand froze in mid-air.

nHis knees hit the floor with a thump.

nHis powerful energy started to dissipate and his soul slowly withered.

nNan Yehuo stared blankly at the mist covering the Emperor. The moment when the Emperor raised his hand, Nan Yehuo saw that the cloud of fuzzy mist wavered and suddenly…

nHis pupils narrowed in disbelief!

n“You… You…”

nIt was as if he discovered a huge secret!

nUnfortunately, he discovered it at the last moment of his life.

nAbove the Taiji Palace, Fang Lang shot another arrow between Nan Yehuo’s brows and ripped his soul.

nThud.

nNan Yehuo’s body slumped to the ground.

nHis soul and divine sense were completely broken.

nThere were no signs of life.

nNan Yehuo from Donglu’s Sword League was dead!

nFang Lang impaled him in the Taiji Palace!

nShortly after, the golden armor guards, head of the palace guards and the others swarmed into the palace and removed his body.

nThe commotion finally ended.

nThe leaders of the great sects were all standing on the White Jade Square, staring speechlessly at the great figure inside Taiji Palace. They were all deep in their thoughts.

nThe emperor’s palm had easily destroyed all of Nan Yehuo’s soul energy and his cultivation that was at the brink of transcendence. This had shocked everyone present.

nMaybe…

nThe Emperor was still the untouchable, almighty ruler.

nHe still holds the power of transcendence!

nA sense of fear washed over the cultivators. No one paid much attention to what Nan Yehuo had discovered at his very last moments. Only Nan Yehuo himself knew about it.

nA dead man tells no tales.

nThe flaming clouds in the sky began to recede and it started to snow again.

nThe Code was exuding immense energy as if it were the sounds that came from an ancient bell which echoed in every corner of the palace. It felt as though there were a pair of invisible eyes in the Code overlooking everybody.

nThe Code released Fang Lang and he finally regained consciousness. A wave of weakness erupted in his body.

nHowever, Fang Lang’s eyes still sparkled with excitement.

nAt the moment when he shot the Tang Code’s red arrow under the influence of the Code to put an end to Nan Yehuo’s life, he felt a unique strength and enlightenment.

nThis was what his master was referring to—the difference between shooting and being shot!

nFang Lang learned so much that he felt his cultivation significantly improved!

nThe slightest revelation from the Code made him realize so much!

nThe Code was no longer hovering above Fang Lang’s head. It reverted back to its usual icy demeanor and floated above the Taiji Palace, exuding a suffocating pressure.

nOn the White Jade Square, all the sect leaders were kneeling on the floor and bowed silently as they faced the Taiji Palace.

nThey were waiting for the Emperor’s judgment.

nOf course, there was an exception.

nChao Xiaojian flew down from the sky as he carried Fang Lang in his arms. He stared at the Blooming Lotus Sword in Fang Lang’s hand that had a shattered tip. Suddenly, his breath quickened.

n“Sect Leader… She appeared?” Chao Xiaojian’s voice was low and hoarse.

nFang Lang who was still in the blood-red robe nodded.

nThen, Chao Xiaojian spewed a breath of blade energy and flew towards the Youzhou Demon Portal with Fang Lang before he could pay his respects to the Emperor.

nFang Lang was stunned. He had just returned to Changan but Chao Xiaojian was flying him right back to YouZhou Demon Portal.

nSnow started falling from the sky above Changan City.

nNan Yehuo’s body was removed from the Taiji Palace. It was as if the earth was mourning him with a sad melody.

nNan Yehuo had died, after the first prince, Li Tianlin’s death. What was coming next would be the Emperor’s judgment.

nNo one was bothered about Chao Xiaojian and Fang Lang, no one dared to.

nFang Lang’s appearance with the Code was a symbol of his status as the embodiment of the Code.

nIt was as if the Code was trying to send a message to everybody. Even the imperial censors would not dare to target Fang Lang anymore.

nIn fact, even the third prince, Li Liancheng, understood that he had to think twice before laying hands on Fang Lang in the future.

nThe Code above his head, shooting arrows on behalf of the Code.

nThese events had elevated Fang Lang’s status. He was no longer an ordinary person that would easily be overlooked by others.

n…

nSnow was falling heavily In the Martial Arts King Manor.

nPrincess Pei Shi finally finished reading the collection of poems. She walked out of her room contentedly to savor the scenic winter view of Changan. Youzhou Demon Portal was much more terrifying than a restless Changan City.

nPrincess Pei Shi walked to the front of the Martial King Jiang’s courtyard naively. She frowned slightly when she saw the sealed doors.

n“He started cultivating in seclusion again.” Princess Pei Shi sighed and rubbed her hands together while she breathed out warm air. She then proceeded to take her leave.

nThe Martial Art King’s courtyard was sealed off by an invisible energy.

nEven the falling snow would be obliterated before it could reach the courtyard.

n…

nIn the Youzhou Demon Portal, it was still raining heavily.

nEveryone was staring at the crack between the barriers of the two worlds.

nThe female blade lord was still standing upright in the barrier.

nThey noticed that the crack was gradually healing by itself.

nWen Ting, Jiang Linglong and the others were watching with a complicated look on their faces. The events that happened in the demon portal today were totally unexpected and was even beyond their imagination. They were still shaken about it.

nThe death of the first prince, Li Tianlin; the appearance of Xuanyuan Taihua after disappearing for over a decade, the emergence of the Code!

nIt all ended when the Code swept Fang Lang away.

nThey had no idea what happened in Changan since they did not have the Thousand-Mile Mirror. The only thing they knew was that Fang Lang was abducted by the Code.

n“Are you leaving?” Jiang Linglong raised her veiled head and asked the receding figure between the barriers of the two worlds.

nXuanyuan Taihua’s body was encased in a mysterious glow of blade energy.

nShe looked down at Jiang Linglong and laughed, “Send my regards to your father, I’m thankful for him.”

nJiang Linglong shuddered as she heard the female blade lord’s words.

n“If you were never lost, why didn’t you return?” Jiang Linglong yelled out loud.

nHowever, she did not answer this time. Her gaze seemed to have penetrated the barrier and she looked over thousands of miles of rivers and mountains of the Tang Dynasty.

nThe crack kept narrowing, until…

nA blade of light flew from the outside of the Youzhou Demon Portal at an incredible speed.

nZhao Xiaojian and Fang Lang charged into the Youzhou Demon Portal and flew in the rainstorm.

nZhao Xiaojian was flying at maximum speed without reservations about the consumption of his cultivation.

nIn the sky above the fourth Resource Station, Chao Xiaojian and Fang Lang appeared. However, the crack between the barriers of the two worlds had sealed off completely.

nThe figure of the gorgeous female blade lord vanished mysteriously, just like the way she emerged.

nChao Xiaojian hovered in the air without any form of shelter. His body was hampered by the heavy downpour where the rain droplets gathered and dripped from his chin.

nHe was in a daze as he took in the remnants of Xuanyuan Taihua’s blade energy on earth.

nAfter a long while, he released a murky breath.

n“She’s gone again before I could meet her, what a waste. What made her abandon the Sword Guild and stay in the demon world alone?”

nSeeing how lost Chao Xiaojian was, Fang Lang told him some of the things that happened to him.

nFor instance, Xuanyuan Taihua agreed to take him as her disciple and ordered him to search for the three other swords, Withering Lotus, Circling Lotus and Reincarnating Lotus.

nChao Xiaojian’s face lit up after hearing that the sect leader was still alive. This was good news for him.

nShe must have her reasons to leave the sect and wander in the demon realm.

nOtherwise, who would want to leave their home and wander for a decade?

nChao Xiaojian did not know why she did it, but he believed that she must be bearing a great weight on her shoulders.

nHe could only help her by protecting the Sword Guild and maintaining its rank within the top ten great sects.

nChao Xiaojian swiped away the rain on his body and laughed.

nThen, he took Fang Lang and bowed towards the healed crack between the barriers of the two worlds, towards the female blade lord that was overlooking the entire Tang Dynasty.

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