He waited, he waited for a long time, maybe it was hours or just seconds, his tears dried, he wanted to leave but his feet wouldn't move, the enemy was getting closer but he preferred to die, nothing really mattered and before he could react someone took him by the arm, it was no one else but his brother Jing Lian, he didn't look at the scene or maybe he looked at it but he didn't have time to react how Jing Shao pulled him to a room, it seemed to be a cleaning place, it didn't matter anymore. "Brother," said Jing Lian, distressed and scared, "you have to react, you can't collapse now." There's no one left. Most of the civilians have escaped or been massacred. We have to escape.
Jing Lian was worried. Even though they said they had to escape, there was no place to escape, there was nothing. He opened the door a little and saw out of the corner of his eye, and as he suspected, they were surrounded. The main hall was surrounded by people. The ancient carpets that were once embroidered with gold thread were now stained with blood. The scene was somewhat chilling among all that sea of people and people. A person walked towards the royal throne wearing a crown of nine pearls. It was none other than Minister Xue.
"Bastard, are you planning to declare yourself emperor?" Jing Lian said helplessly. But whether he becomes emperor or not doesn't matter anymore. He almost massacred all the civilians in the Tianmeng Kingdom. There really is almost nothing left. I have to get my brother out of here."
The old minister Xue laughed as if he had gone crazy. Jing Lian was scared, thinking that they had been discovered. He turned to look at his brother.
but this one looked more dead than the ones on the floor his beautiful hair done in a ponytail was dirty his eyes were out of focus the sides of his cheeks were splattered as was his silver armor and it had a penetrating smell it looked pitiful this scene made jing lian feel many mixed feelings but there was no time to cry he had to find a way to get out of there, in the cabtalla field jing lian was injured but he didn't tell anyone he felt that it was not important at this moment he sealed his acupuncture points near his heart to stop the bleeding and looked for a place or a time to escape while xue continued to laugh out loud jing lian was sneaking with jing shao through the rooms stopping at every corner in case they ran into a guard they definitely had to be careful they could not attract attention at the same time the new emperor received a report that they could not find the prince his royal highness and his brother Emperor Xue's eyes shone with a strange light. He always hated princes and the imperial family.
They always seemed so perfect, full of talents, full of talents and riches, what about him? of the others? who lost everything, who lost everything and had to work twice as hard to at least have a roof or a house to return to, Emperor Xue closed his eyes.
-mother, father- a little Xue ran through the gardens in front of his mother smiling. He always felt that his mother smelled like the sun. She had a good temperament, even though she was no longer young, the years had not affected her. She was still as beautiful as spring. Her smile lit up the place. His father, because of the change, was a drunk, an ex-military man, good for nothing, always hitting and yelling at his mother. Xue hated him. There was nothing he could do. Until one day, little Xue, very late at night, he heard screams and sobs. Xue got scared, but the scene that greeted him was that of his father stabbing his mother over and over again. At that time, he didn't know what to do. His scalp went numb. His mother told him to run. He had to run. He ran for hours and hours, he didn't know where to go. Confused, sad, where to run? He stayed on the streets for days until he met the leader of the largest sect in the world of higher cultivation, Liang Feng. In the world of cultivation, there are 10 great sects in the upper and lower cultivation that were the richest and most influential. One of them, the number one, was the Bai Lian Shan sect.
*Bai Lian Shan means White Lotus Mountain.
Since he was there at a very young age, he was able to cultivate with his other fellow disciples.
No matter how hard he tried, his spiritual core formed. Six years later, he excelled in war and became a minister. He was cunning, intelligent, and arrogant. Even though he was 42, he looked young and handsome. He always seemed to be in his prime. He had a sharp tongue. Everyone was beneath him, or so he thought. Until the news that the crown prince, His Royal Highness, cultivated for a year. At only 11 years old, he had already developed a powerful spiritual core and achieved immortality, he smiled bitterly. "Your Majesty, my blessings. I hope the prince has a long and blessed life." He was filled with envy. His Royal Highness was already 19 years old, but his appearance stopped aging when he was 17. He was young and handsome, truly blessed by the heavens. His brother was also talented, but he didn't put in the slightest effort. Such arrogance made him lose his mind.
Emperor Xue opened his eyes, his face grim. The soldiers were a little surprised by the clear murderous intentions.
"Find them! Dead or alive, I don't want them to escape. And when you find them, chop them into 10,000 pieces, leaving nothing behind!"
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
At the same time, Jing Lian and Jing Shao were trying to escape from the palace, doing everything they could. They heard a soldier give the emperor's order. Then, Jing Lian had an idea. Taking advantage of the fact that Jing Shao didn't seem to have heard, he said to Jing Shao, "Brother, I'll distract them. You go through the back door and wait for me there. I'll come back for you."
What Jing Lian didn't know was that Jing Shao had heard. His eyes suddenly shone, and he looked up, his eyes red and tired of crying.
"No! We'll look for a way out. I won't leave you here. Are you crazy?"
"There's no choice!" Jing Lian said in a low, stern shout, but luckily there was no one around. Jing Lian gritted his teeth and summoned Jing Xue.
Silent Snow Whip
Jing Xue was Jing Lian's sacred weapon, a white whip made from polished bone, almost translucent in the moonlight. It was a white whip made from Jiang Lian's bones. He tied his brother up with it and put a silencing spell on it. Jing Shao was completely scared. He didn't know when his brother had learned to use spells. Jing Lian smiled bitterly.
"What, did you think you were the only one who knew how to use spells?" With that, he gave Jingxue the order:
"Jingxue, get him out of here when you're far away. Accept him as your master."
The sacred weapon shone with an intense white light and pulled Jing Shao out of there. Jing Shao opened his eyes wide and tried to scream, but the silencing spell wouldn't let him.
"Go away now. Don't cause me any more trouble!"
In the distance, the soldiers could be heard running in their direction. Jing Lian cursed silently.
He summoned his other sacred weapon, the Changshi. *Immortal Promise. *The Changshi was a silver sword with gold threads around it, and a blue hilt. It was a rare but beautiful sacred weapon. The soldiers came one by one, they pounced. Jing Lian wasn't bad at martial arts. He just wasn't interested or didn't put much effort into it. At the same time, Jing Shao was taken out of the palace. Jing Xue dragged him away, wouldn't let him go. He fought with all his might, he simply couldn't. He was worried. At the same time, Jing Lian fought with all his might, but there were simply too many of them, and he was already injured in the battle before the final. He was stabbed in the back, spitting out a mouthful of blood, but he smiled. He knew his brother was going to be safe, nothing else mattered.
Jingxue released Jing Shao. The silencing spell was gone. He knew what it meant. He stayed on his knees. He stayed still and couldn't speak. Some guards outside the palace were looking for him. "Jing Lian is dead." The guard said. Even though Jing Shao knew it, he heard someone say it. He broke it. He couldn't take it anymore. He didn't know what he had done wrong. At what point everything had fallen apart. He stood up and ran. He ran into the forest. The rain was falling but he didn't stop. Until finally he fell into the mud. He couldn't breathe. He was desperate. He was resentful. He wanted to throw up. He wanted to cry, but he didn't cry. Jing Shao didn't cry. Jingxue shone. That meant he was asking for his new master to give him a name. Jing Shao looked at the sacred weapon. No matter how much he was trembling, he whispered, "Lianxin." *Lotus Heart*. The sacred weapon shone with a soft glow, as if it could feel his pain. The pure whiteness of the whip began to turn a deep gold. He felt an abundance of spiritual energy. Suddenly, he heard soldiers running in all directions. There was nowhere to run. He didn't want to run either. He was angry and sad. He wanted to slaughter those beasts of human skin, whom he had once tried to protect with his life. He stood up. The soldiers had arrived.
"Your Royal Highness, the Crown Prince, has nowhere to run," said a low-ranking soldier arrogantly and with a mocking laugh.
With the golden whip in his hand and his face grim, the murderous aura emanating from his being was impressive. The soldiers couldn't help but take a step back.
Jing Shao said in a hoarse and stern voice, "Lianxin, a thousand flames!" With a flick of her wrist, Lianxi emitted an intense golden light filled with spiritual power. With a few movements, the spiritual energy took the majestic form of a golden dragon. The earth began to rumble and crack under such tremendous force, splitting the soldiers in half without much effort.
Lianxi has three ultimate assassination techniques.
The strongest was Thousand Flames. His brother couldn't complete it, saying he didn't have that much spiritual power. Jing Shao closed his eyes.
"Shao gege, no matter how hard I try, I can't make Jingxue *lianxin* do the move you created," said Little Jing Lian with disappointment and with his head lowered. Jing Shao couldn't bear such sadness on his face and patted him on the head.
"Okay, try hard," he said with a smile.
Little Jing Lian smiled.
All these memories flashed through Jing Shao's head. He opened his bloodshot eyes. He looked like a beast. Then he used the second assassination technique: Shadow Lianxi. Shadow was a technique that made a simple wind act like sharp blades, causing people to cut themselves into small cubes.
"He's a demon! Is he crazy? He's crazy!" said a soldier, nearly fainting from fear.
"Is he a God?" another soldier said in admiration.
Some simply couldn't withstand such force and fled. Others flew away, giving Jing Shao the opportunity to escape, leaving him breathless.