The Swordsman of the Gods

076. Lantern Festival Under the Moon Night

The festival that was finally awaited will arrive in a moment. Dusk with the sun soon setting, many people were already busy to and fro to prepare for the festival today.

Rebels are also on standby waiting for the festival to begin. Nia, Relia, Bing He and the remaining 7 heavenly cult leaders were also waiting for this day.

Freedom day?

“I want to know ..why is the festival still held at a time when the cruel ruler is still wandering around us?” asked one of the warriors with an annoyed grunt.

“Your Majesty has said, the warriors of the nirvana stage besides the 7 Heavenly Cult have already gone to the middle east region. Just look at it later, they will die horribly and then whine, "Why do I have an irresponsible leader?", then cry out sobbing haha ..” One of his friends laughed after a long chat.

“Haha how comforting you are. But what about the rebels?”

“The rebels hm .. I can't say that we will be safe after His Majesty the Emperor has successfully destroyed the middle east. But masa' yes if they will move again? In tonight?” thought the thin-moustached man with a serious face.

“Already, long time I want to get out of here. Quickly install those lanterns there!”

Some strands in the form of similar allusions began to spread everywhere. A lot of people have come out instead of helping.

Also, there were already some rebels who had infiltrated there while helping them. In silence and showing a friendly smile, as if part of the population.

For them it is very easy. No exception with Yongchun, he is now in disguise and traveling around the residential area.

“Hey, what festival will be done in the evening?” Yongchun asked one of the ordinary residents there.

“Yes, of course. Oh, ja. By the way, you're careful when the festival starts. Because we no one knows when those people will show up.”

Yongchun cleared his throat as he thought what he meant.

“Can you explain again?” Then he asked back.

Suddenly the man was even more irritated to respond to Yongchun. Sighing deeply and then answering, “Set up any weapon as long as it doesn't look like much. His Majesty the Emperor has also said that the festival will probably have a commotion later. You're how the hell!” sniff that guy.

“What will attack the rebels?”

“Where do I know!”

“Unexpectedly, Emperor Ming simply told them to be vigilant. But didn't tell me directly that the ones coming later were the rebels? Well ...they will also definitely be self-conscious because the only enemy to look out for is them, the inner” of Yongchun.

Evening has arrived. Red lanterns are installed on every street until the night looks very colorful. The night with the full moon, the new year awaited has arrived. Many people seem to have come out of their homes. Have fun without a hitch.

The sound of stringed instruments, the lute played also sounded very beautiful. Various people came with happy faces.

Including the palace courtyard which was filled with class warriors reached the stage of nirvana. The emperor and his family came out. The figures of the inhabitants were present in droves. Greet their great Emperor.

The Palace Courtyard is so magnificent that it feels like many residents come here also still looks very lonely.

Not only them, even Wang Xian, Xie Xie with Lin Lin then Yin Ao Ran had come to the palace grounds. It was soon followed by Nia and Relia.

That night, filled with excitement with food and drink that has been provided. But not with Yongchun, now he was sneaking into the palace.

Taps! Slow but still audible footsteps. A silhouette with black hair in the wind could also be seen. By someone.

The figure was Yongchun, this man knew of his existence clearly. Though the aura in his body was already firmly suppressed exactly what he had learned while in hell.

Then slowly move closer. Then sit crouching while looking at the face of the swordsman.

“Though me, Leader Yongchun!” the door again.

“Are you part of Leader Zhao's Iron Boxing Sect?” ask Yongchun.

“Yes! Right!”

“Why are you so scared? I'm not gonna kill you. It's just ..” Yongchun stood up again without letting go of his cynical look at him.

“Close to me,” Yongchun continued. Instantly the warrior's body shuddered.

It was not because of the night wind that blew but rather a word Yongchun that contained an absolute command. He could not lift his head, let alone say another word.

“I mean ..why did you lower your head like that? Am I that creepy?”

“Ti ..no. Leader Yongchun, we, ah no. It might just be that I feel this way but please forgive me and kill Emperor Ming!” His voice trembled, it seemed that he was still frightened because of the figure of the man.

Yongchun let out a tired sigh, all the words that came out of the warrior's mouth were a sign that he was asking for help.

However, the last line of words was a bit of a surprise for Yongchun. He did not think that there was someone who hated Emperor Ming more than cult leaders and rebels.

“You are afraid of Emperor Ming?”

“Y-Yes. But ...”

“But you can't kill him, yeah. Ah, what a pity. Only your instincts are wild but your abilities are not comparable to Zhao's other subordinates. Are you in charge of escorting Emperor Ming?”

“Really. But I am late to prepare so it should be immediately ..”

“I borrowed your clothes,” said Yongchun cut his sentence. Slightly bend over for a short period of time and then turn around and leave.

Bruk! The warrior's body collapsed instantly. His body trembled strongly and after a while he closed his eyes and became unconscious.

Map ..tap ...

“I think all those who often escorted Emperor Ming were serious about him. But it's not, yes.”

Yongchun did not know. Shortly after he was dropped by hell, the court warriors who had previously been in the room were killed. And the incident was also seen by one of them. Being a witness to the incident by chance, he also intends to leave but can not.

His family life was threatened by Emperor Ming, let alone the absence of Zhao Yun in the Iron Fist Sect made them easy targets.

Unlike Li Bai, the Bamboo House Sect. From the beginning they never depend on their leaders. Even if they were to be ruled by Emperor Ming, refusing or not was the same for them.

The Lantern Festival begins. Enlivened by the jovial atmosphere with all-red colors everywhere.