786 The Young Men in Sanyuanli Part II (2/2)

”Son of a bi**h!” He screamed.

They didn't know who the taoist priest was, neither did they know whose son he was. But they did know he was a true menace because the man from the Academy failed to beat him.

As scared as they were, they rushed over there.

Because they had a breath of aura in their chests and bellies.

They didn't know what the aura was either because they had no spare energy. They knew they would blame themselves if they didn't rush over there now.

Chang'an City remained silent in the storm and snow, and the Abbey Dean remained invincible.

At the same time, two young men from the Sanyuanli block rushed over here. They held the steel rake and chopper in their hands, cursing along the whole way.

Their voices quivered and sounded as if they were crying.

They cried and rushed at the unimaginable enemy.

The whole picture looked ridiculous.

But it was not.

Chang'an City was quiet, but there were still people in there.

In the streets under the morning snow, countless eyes had been caught by what was going on in Vermilion Bird Avenue.

The Abbey Dean was clearly aware because he had sensed the hostility behind the door while he was walking here on the street.

But he didn't care for it because although the fight took place in the mortal world, it had gone beyond the reach of ordinary people, and none of them was qualified to get involved in this fight.

The Academy and the imperial court of Tang sent no military force here tonight, and that pretty much said everything.

So he was surprised when seeing two young men rushing at him with a knife and a rake in their hands.

He became gloomy for a moment and then he understood. He regained his calmness like snow melting into water.

He smiled at the two young men.

He wasn't mocking them. He was smiling with mercy, but he had no respect for them because he didn't worship the value of the secular world.

He was Haotian's emissary.

He was looking at the two young men like Haotian looked down at the ants on the ground from high above.

The resistance of ants wouldn't bring out much sentiment of Haotian, but maybe he would find it interesting.

There was another person on the street.

Ning Que sat on the bloody snow, and his expression had changed.

A subtle change.

Not a slight one.

And it took place at all of a sudden.

Seeing the two young men, he realized there was such a meaningful thing existing in the world.

What he did for Chang'an City was also meaningful.

In other words, the city, with its residents like the two pale and trembling young men, was worth fighting for.