The Swordsman of the Gods

052. Yin Came in front of Emperor Ming

“Your Majesty! Leader Yin came to meet!” one of the palace guards.

Towards the end of winter, Leader Yin Ao Ran came to meet Emperor Ming. Perhaps, this was the first time he had come to the palace.

Even the Emperor himself was shocked to hear that Leader Yin had come.

Yin then prostrated. The long hair fell down and touched the floor. The mask he used so often was removed, revealing a hideous face.

Black streaks spread through life. The two extinguished eyes suddenly turned shining like the sun.

“What are you doing here, Leader Yin?”

“I'm sorry, Your Honor. I have never visited before, and this is my first time coming.”

“Stop your pleasantries. No one will listen to our chatter, not even an insect will,” Emperor Ming said.

“Good. His Majesty should know why I came here,” Yin said, who then looked at the emperor's face.

The Emperor smiled then replied, “That's right.” He walked over to Yin and touched her face directly.

“Thanks to Your Majesty, I am still safe.” Yin flattered.

“Wounds like this are nothing. Demonic art should not exist on this earth. But what did you do to make it worse like this?” emperor Ming asked, removing his hand from his face and making the life-scratch disappear.

“It doesn't seem good enough because I got too close to Wang Yongchun. It's because of her,” Yin thought.

“For a change because I saved you. Tell me everything you know, Yin Ao Ran,” Emperor Ming said in a pompous tone and sat down opposite him.

“You shouldn't be sitting here. Please come back,” Yin said, he was surprised by it.

“Quick say!” asserted Emperor Ming.

Swallowing, a little cold sweat, Yin finally opened her mouth. The face without the black streaks of life is beautiful to look at longer.

“I met him in an unspoiled area. There shouldn't be anyone else, but you know what I found? It turns out the rebels are really hiding there. Then Wang Yongchun, he established cooperation to overthrow the empire,” Yin said without the slightest gap in her words.

“I have my own reasons for letting them be there. After all, they would not have much time left to live. At least, I have compassion on them,” Emperor Ming said with a smile.

“Your Majesty is truly compassionate.”

“You said, Yonghun cooperated with them to overthrow the empire. Then, what's the plan?” Emperor Ming began to ask with a serious face.

“Good. It was quite simple, Wang Yongchun himself would intervene before His Majesty. The rebels were only in charge of keeping the swordsman busy,” Yin said, blinking then staring at Emperor Ming's face with a frown.

“Did they start doing that plan when winter ended?” thought Emperor Ming, the look on his face slightly changed.

“Yes. Spring festival, I think they will move when the festival is held. I have said that I will not interfere, but if Your Majesty needs—”

“No. Your existence is one enough. I don't want you to cast your own shadow to take care of me. Existing, they will not move according to plan.”

After Emperor Ming cut off Yin's sentence, he said that letting the plan go as they wanted was definitely much more interesting. Clearly, the look on his face was now changed, the smile that was turned back and then he laughed a little.

He then held the Yin mask and gave it to immediately wear it again. A swirl of cold wind entered through the crack, someone opened the door of the throne room.

“Your Majesty! Princess Yu Jie wants to meet.”

“Good!”

Without returning his usual look, Emperor Ming Guo kept smiling and staring sinisterly at his palm.

Then said to Leader Yin, “How is your brother, Yang Jian?” emperor Ming asked and looked at him.

“Wang Yongchun saved him. He is currently lying in a half-dead state. Most likely, she won't wake up earlier,” Yin said with her head lowered.

“Hm, fine.” Ming cleared his throat. “Leader Yin. Other than the rebels, did Yongchun just move alone?” ask Emperor Ming.

Leader Yin then remembered something, lucky he remembered in these moments. He is ashamed, if he forgets that.

“I'm sorry. I remembered, that Wang Yongchun had an ally from the leader of the 7 Heavenly Cult. None other than Leader Li, Xie and Zhao.”

Hearing that, Emperor Ming's countenance turned 180 degrees. Wrinkles on the forehead with a skinnier look, a sign he was upset.

Not long after, he let out a long breath.

“Already, no problem. And Leader Yin, I hope you can withstand the power itself. If you really can't ..” The emperor looked at him sharply and then continued his sentence, “I'll drop you to the bottom of hell!”

The deg!

The feeling of unwelcome anxiety began to Yin felt over time. His words were not just a threat, because if this black stroke that was a demonic art he could not stand then Emperor Ming would not hesitate to throw it away.

“Bawa Yongchun come and face me! Or you'll fall first!” the emperor was angry.

Then he bade his farewell, after coming out wearing his mask, two women came to the Yin Leader.

The two women were none other than his elder brother Yu Jie. They came and took Yin's arm, invited her to have tea together. But, Yin just passed them by.

Out of the palace with a gloomy face.

“Leader Yin ..Rarely once he comes to the palace,” muttered Yu Jie who happened to see him.

***

Leader Yin walked towards the Wang residence. However, he did not feel the presence of Yongchun.

His frustration grew, he accidentally met one of Wang's followers.

“Do you know where Wang Yongchun is?” yin asked while lifting her body with one hand.

Wang's followers looked terrified, cold sweat pouring down his back. But he could not tell Yongchun's whereabouts, because he himself did not know.

“No idea, I don't know!” said the man while shaking his head.

“Hah? You said you didn't know?! What the fuck is your answer!” yin screeched, his emotions widened and an aura of black concentration appeared surrounding his body.

As his grasp grew more and more tight, the Wang follower involuntarily fell down with an increasingly dry shriveled body.

His body stretched stiff, drying like a deciduous leaf. There was no sign of life in the man's body. In other words, dead.