Lu Qianshan saw Madam Lu and Lu Qing break through the encirclement and disappear from sight, letting out a sigh of relief in his heart.

As long as the mother and daughter could escape, his life or death was unimportant.

Lu Qianshan slumped to the ground, looked at Yuwen Dong, and asked, "How did you know I was here?"

"Hmph."

Yuwen Dong, sitting high on a horse, looked down at him coldly and said, "You are at death's door and still care about such things."

"Just a bit curious."

Lu Qianshan smiled slightly and said, "Since I am a man doomed to die, what harm is there in telling me?"

Yuwen Dong pondered slightly, ignoring the question, and merely turned his head to ask, "How much longer until Sheng Weiming and his men arrive?"

"The latest news says they'll be here in half a day."

A personal attendant replied.

Yuwen Dong nodded.

This time, he left the Capital City bringing a cavalry unit of two thousand men.

However, the experts of Fifth Grade and above traveled light, and with their superb mounts, they arrived at Mist Rain Village ahead of time.

"Bring him along to meet up with Sheng Weiming and let's return to the Capital City as soon as possible."

Yuwen Dong instructed the personal attendants to place Lu Qianshan on a horse.

Yuan Qingmo witnessed this scene and said to the nearby Zong Zhulan, "Find a few people to take me back to the Capital."

Zong Zhulan frowned and said, "His Highness just got up forcibly after being in a sealed state, damaging his muscles and meridians, most weak now, he should rest for a while."

"I'll recuperate on the way."

Yuan Qingmo said.

Given his identity and condition, there was no way he could save Lu Qianshan.

This matter could only be resolved by asking the emperor brother to intervene.

Perhaps with the Emperor's decree, there might be a sliver of hope.

Although Yuan Qingmo knew the chances of success were minimal.

After all, Lu Qianshan was Emperor Wu's son.

The emperor brother had no reason to let him go.

But Yuan Qingmo had to try.

The present Yuan Qingshan fled the Capital City as a child and stayed outside for over a decade.

In all honesty, they weren't familiar with each other, let alone harbor any feelings.

However, he silently observed Yuan Qingshan's actions and demeanor after returning to the Capital, and this emperor brother seemed vastly different in temperament from Emperor Qian, being generous, upholding righteousness, fairly wise.

During the imperial power struggle, Yuan Qinghe lost, even though his maternal grandfather He Yeqian conspired with the Black Water Country intending treason, Yuan Qingshan didn't kill Yuan Qinghe, only imprisoned him.

Yuan Qingmo could only pin his hopes on his emperor brother.

On the other side.

Changsun Jing saw Lu Qianshan captured, knowing the matter of today was settled.

Compared to the escaped mother and daughter, Emperor Wu's son was most important.

"Let's go."

Changsun Jing, carrying Changsun Ming, looked at Murong Haitang and with a smile asked, "Would Haitang join us for a stay in Yongzhou for a few days, let Ming'Er accompany you for a wander in Yongzhou City."

"Alright."

Murong Haitang nodded in agreement.

At this moment, Changsun Jing seemed to sense something and looked out towards Mist Rain Village.

He saw a short, withered old man quickly heading in the direction of Yuwen Dong and his men, moving at great speed.

With each step covering several yards, soon catching up behind Yuwen Dong's group!

"Who is it!"

The crowd sensed something and turned back, shouting sternly.

The withered old man said nothing, directly passing through the crowd, heading towards the leading Yuwen Dong.

"Old fool, seeking death!"

The crowd activated their inner qi, drawing their weapons, and slashed at the withered old man from horseback.

The withered old man's figure flickered, weaving through the flashes of blades and swords, unharmed, crashing into the arms of the person who just spoke.

The two met and parted instantly!

Plop!

The person's chest was deeply sunken, eyes wide open, spewing a large mouthful of blood, falling from horseback, already dead!

A Fifth Grade martial artist, forcefully killed by the withered old man amid the crowd's siege!

"Hmm?"

Where did this expert come from!

Yuwen Dong's face drastically changed, immediately picking up the long spear before his horse, Eight Meridian Inner Qi fully erupted, stabbing towards the oncoming withered old man!

At the same time, dozens of Fifth and Fourth Grade experts beside him surrounded from all sides.

In an instant, the withered old man was engulfed in layers of encirclement.

Crack!

The withered old man stretched out his palm, grabbing countless times around him.

Only to see claw shadows heavily entwining, even overshadowing the nearby flashes of blades and swords!

The treasure swords stabbing him all broke.

The long knives slashing him all shattered.

The sound of shattered and breaking weapons echoed repeatedly.

The many Fourth and Fifth Grade martial artists only felt a shocking divine power from their weapons.

Their weapons broke, not to mention, they themselves were counter-shocked by this power, all falling from their horses.

At this moment, the long spear of Yuwen Dong almost touched the face of the withered old man!

Snap!

A dry, skinny hand suddenly appeared in front, grabbed Yuwen Dong's long spear like an iron clamp.

No matter how Yuwen Dong urged his inner qi, the long spear remained motionless!

The withered old man's hand slightly shook.

Buzz!

The long spear trembled, emitting a dragon-like roar.

"Ah!"

Yuwen Dong's hand tore at the tiger's mouth, crying out in pain, unable to hold the long spear, which was then taken by the withered old man's reverse grasp.

"Old rascal, dare... "

Swish!

A Fourth Grade martial artist lunged, just speaking up, only for the old man to toss the long spear back without even turning his head.

Splurch!

A black gleam flashed.

The long spear instantly pierced this person's chest, continued flying several hundred yards through the air before embedding into the ground in Mist Rain Village.

Hiss!

Changsun Jing, Zong Zhulan, and others couldn't help but draw a cold breath.

This old man possessed such formidable inner power!

"Oh?"

Changsun Ming looked towards the direction of the withered old man, slightly frowning, a trace of confusion flickered in his eyes.

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