Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 433: Whose Blade

The Yongchang Marquis stood there, dazed.

He stood at the wide-open city gate, right on the boundary between light and shadow.

The firelight cast an unflinchingly clear glow upon the corpses scattered before him, their warm blood still flowing. These were the men he had spent ten years cultivating with countless gold, silver, and elixirs—his final trump card.

But now...

All gone?

The Yongchang Marquis's body began to tremble uncontrollably. It wasn't from the cold, but from a soul-deep, unquenchable terror.

One move...

It hadn't even been a full move.

Just a raised finger, a wave of the hand.

That person had crushed all his hopes, all his reliance, like ants beneath a heel!"Surround... surround him!"

Inside the gate, the Imperial Guard commander finally snapped out of his overwhelming shock. Staring at the Yongchang Marquis standing alone amidst the corpses, his voice quivered with excitement as he waved his hand sharply.

"Rustle—"

Countless armored Imperial Guards surged forward like a tidal wave. This time, countless spears and broadswords were aimed from every direction at the military commander they had once feared like a tiger.

This time, no one could protect him.

"AHHH—!!!"

The Yongchang Marquis whirled around. He didn't look at the guards encircling him; instead, he let out a hysterical, desperate, venom-laced roar toward the direction where the green-robed figure had vanished.

"Who are you! Who the hell are you?!"

"Why did you ruin my plans! WHY?!"

The only response was the night wind howling like a ghost's lament.

That figure had disappeared without a trace, leaving no clues behind, as if he were a grim reaper from hell who had come solely to harvest his hope.

"Take him!"

commander's order, several fierce soldiers rushed forward and slammed the

cold shackles were once again locked around his wrists

eyes held not just ashen

...

escort procession moved slowly through the silent

Imperial Guards, walked with his head lowered, saying

replayed the scene outside the

seemed to contain the weight of an entire world... and those shadow guards he had taken such pride in—they had been wiped out like paper dolls, defenseless in

of

was the power

Whose... man was he?

mind for every

centuries ago. The current emperor was just a mortal with a lifespan of less than a century! If he had such power, why would he have tolerated me

Then who?

They were nothing but a bunch

through his mind, only to be rejected one by

find

enemy who matched that green-robed

death itself began to fester deep

knowing who the enemy was—this helplessness of not even

had thrown everything he had into fighting the entire world, only to be crushed casually by an invisible giant

even know

escort procession passed by a quiet

a dim lantern at the

It was Xu Qing.

also wearing a green robe, his frame thin, standing there silently, watching the

no joy of revenge, no triumphant pride, only an indescribable calm, as if he had seen

Yongchang Marquis's

and, facing the alley, shouted in a hoarse voice the question that

who

him endure five years, who had taken his

paused for

Yongchang Marquis an extremely slight

no

Marquis was roughly dragged away by the guards. His body struggled, and his mouth kept murmuring,