Transmigrated into a Grandpa, Embracing the Laid-Back Life

Chapter 433

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!"

order, several fierce soldiers rushed forward and slammed the dazed Yongchang Marquis onto the cold

cold shackles were once again locked around his

eyes held not just ashen despair, but an

...

procession moved slowly through the silent

by two burly Imperial Guards, walked

outside the city gate over and over

that casually raised finger, that drop of deep blue water that seemed to contain the weight of an entire world... and those shadow guards

of power was

was the power of

Whose... man was he?

searched his mind for every possible

the Cloud Hidden Sect centuries ago. The current

Then who?

more impossible! They were nothing but a bunch of pedantic

through his mind, only to be rejected

find the

enemy who matched

dreadful than death itself began to fester

who the enemy was—this helplessness of not even knowing

world, only to be crushed casually by

know

procession passed by

lantern at the alley's entrance

It was Xu Qing.

also wearing a green robe, his frame thin,

revenge, no triumphant pride, only an indescribable calm, as if he had seen through all

Yongchang Marquis's

guards' grip and, facing the alley, shouted in a hoarse voice the question that had been

person... who

who had made him endure five years, who had taken his closest friend from him, and who had

for a

Marquis an extremely slight shake of his

answer no longer

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

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