Chapter 1165 – The Returned Prince Chen Liu and Him (2/2)

The self-control that both sides had maintained for so many days gradually began to slip, and scenes of burning, killing, and looting began popping up all over the streets around the Imperial Palace and the Li Palace.

In Prince Chen Liu's view, these were all costs that had to be endured to ensure success, so he didn't need to worry about them.

He was more concerned about other things.

He led three hundred cavalry of the rebel army to the Orthodox Academy.

”A temple of Xining rules the world.”

As he gazed at the gate of the Orthodox Academy, Prince Chen Liu said these words.

This phrase had been circulating the continent for ten-some years and was on the verge of becoming a truth, a belief amongst the common people.

In order to destroy this phrase, he first had to destroy the Orthodox Academy.

But he was truly very familiar with this gate.

Many years ago, in a bout of autumn rain, Tianhai Shengxue returned from the north and brought his clan's soldiers to ram the gate of the Orthodox Academy into pieces.

Jin Yulu moved, defeating Divine General Fei Dian, and then after that was the Ivy Festival. After that incident, the Orthodox Academy made no attempts to repair the gate, using its ruins to deliver a slap to the Tianhai clan's face.

It was only during the Grand Examination that Tianhai Shengxue finally conceded. He personally led the effort to repair the gate, and another story was born in the capital.

That period of time was also the start of Prince Chen Liu's close relationship with the Orthodox Academy. During the repairs to the gate, he had personally seen the designs and given his opinions.

In other words, he had also made some contributions to the current gate.

At that time, all the ivy in front of the gate had been torn away and the smooth stones had been completely exposed.

Now, the ivy had regrown, obscuring the majority of the words.

”Smash it.”

Prince Chen Liu calmly spoke these two words.

The rebel soldiers carried the prepared battering ram and, under the eyes of the confused demi-human soldiers, they viciously slammed it against the gate.

After several thunderous booms, the gate of the Orthodox Academy cracked and then slowly toppled to the sides.

As the night set in, the soldiers of the rebel and demi-human armies lit torches.

The torches illuminated the depths of Hundred Flowers Lane, the shattered remnants of the academy gate, and many young faces.

Those faces were all very young, and they were clearly very nervous. Fear was starkly visible in their eyes.

But not a single person had left, because they were the teachers and students of the Orthodox Academy.

Prince Chen Liu was rather surprised.

It was not because of this sight, but because at the very front of these teachers and students was Tianhai Shengxue.

The fires clearly illuminated Tianhai Shengxue's face.

Prince Chen Liu felt like the workings of the world were truly wondrous. He began to laugh rather bitterly.

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It was a gloomy day in Xuelao City. The clouds were extremely thick, tightly blocking out the sun.

The streets of the city were so dark that it seemed like it was still before dawn. One could occasionally hear a dog bark, as well as the sounds of pursuit and fighting.

The demon soldiers were still resisting. They clearly lacked any sort of organization, but they were still very troublesome to the human army.

The cavalry galloped along the wide and straight boulevards while signal fireworks occasionally lit up the sky. Finally, at dusk, the intense battle began to die down and then cease.

Xuelao City was very large, and it was necessary to clear the blockades and deal with the occasional ambush from a demon expert, so the soldiers could not advance too quickly. There was also one other important reason that the holy carriage in which Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong sat did not arrive at the forest of buildings that was the Imperial City until dusk. There were still very far from the Demon Palace itself.

A blooming flower of fire blazed at the very front of the convoy, spitting out rays of white light and driving away the deepening darkness. Someone very close would have been able to see that this torch was not made of gold or jade, but an extremely transparent glass. While it had a milky white surface, countless crystals were glimmering within, all of them seemingly containing infinite energy.

This was a divine artifact of the Demon race: the White Sun Flame.

In the war from several hundred years ago, Emperor Taizong and his generals seized this divine artifact on the battlefield and brought it back to the capital, placing it in the Lingyan Pavilion for safekeeping.

Today, the human army had brought it back to Xuelao City, but it did not feel like it was returning home. Instead, it was like some powerful will passing on its legacy.

The demon commoners who had been driven from their homes into the streets and the impoverished demons standing in front of their shabby homes curiously gazed at the human troops advancing to the Demon Palace.

When they saw those flames of white jade, they began to whisper to each other. Gradually and mysteriously, they began to kneel.