790 Unacceptance of the Noble Kingdom (1/2)

The people on the street who stepped in front of the Abbey Dean, those who fell into pools of blood, and those who made up the new city walls were all certain that their deaths would not change anything.

But they still did it. Because a thousand years ago, the Headmaster and their ancestors had created the Tang Empire by the Sishui River. Then, they had an Academy. And from that day on, they were changed.

Ning Que had previously said such a sentence to the Abbey Dean. Even though they knew they could not protect it, they would still do it. The Tang citizens who were dying seemed to be proving his statement true.

However, as he looked at the streets reddened by blood and at the falling people, Ning Que's heart began to tremble, and the frost on his lashes tinkled.

There was a loud noise in the distance, and he knew that Eldest Brother had finally arrived and had made a move - This was not the Academy trying to find an opportunity. Ning Que was the Academy's opportunity. However, in the face of the bloodied streets, Eldest Brother could not stay silent anymore, just like how Ning Que could not bear it any longer.

It had been more than 20 years since he came to this world, and he still believed that he was a non-typical Tang Citizen. He had seen too much darkness and had believed in being cold-blooded to survive. He would pay any price as long as he could live. His heart was as cold as the frozen body that was sealed by the Abbey Dean's Quietus earlier.

Most of the ice and snow had flaked off, yet Ning Que's body was still cold. At this time, he felt his body was gradually becoming hot, and the blood in his vessels began to steam. He started to feel something he had not felt in a long time.

That was called feeling hot-blooded.

He did not like words such as solemn or stirring, and he hated the feeling of his blood being heated. But how could the blood flowing from his wounds not emit steam as he watched countless people die before the Abbey Dean?

But hot blood represented hope and desire. Ning Que desired to live and hoped that he could beat the Abbey Dean. In the face of a situation devoid of hope, what could hot blood do?

From time to time, someone would run past him and rush towards the Abbey Dean. He picked up the podao he had dropped on the snow and struggled to support his body.

The podao's blade pierced the snow and plunged into the hard green stone street.

Eldest Brother failed once more. Blood flowed from the cuts on his cotton jacket.

He stood on the southern end of the Vermilion Bird Avenue, bent over and coughed incessantly. He seemed to be in pain and looked upset.

No one knew where Yu Lian was.

The Abbey Dean continued forward. He killed many people, and tossed many into the air. He passed by many, and ignored many. He continued forward, leaving bloodshed behind him.

There were many injured people on the Vermilion Bird Avenue.

The Abbey Dean walked up close to where Ning Que was.

Separating them, were only a few hundred citizens who were old and weak, women and children.

The skinny Taoist lived in Chang'an city all his life, rising from the most common little Taoist to the current Taoist that he was. But he had always lived in that little temple. He had never seen the priests in red of the West-Hill Divine Palace. Several years ago, when the Great Divine Priest of Revelation came to Chang'an, he had knelt for an entire night, but did not get the opportunity to listen to the Great Divine Priest's teachings.

He finally met the truly supreme Taoist of Haotian Taoism now. His body trembled uncontrollably and he wanted to kneel in front of the Taoist in indigo. And kiss his feet piously.

He suddenly shouted and grabbed the incense pot from the little Taoist and hurled it at the Abbey Dean.

The incense pot was used in the little Taoist Temple to worship Haotian. It was made of bronze and was very heavy. The skinny Taoist felt that his heart was heavy and felt weak, so he could not throw it far enough.

There was a dull crack, and the incense pot landed on the skinny Taoist's feet. He started bleeding and moaning in pain, and only remained standing because of the little Taoist priest beside him.

Old Lady Chu took the knife from her third-daughter-in-law and stood before the Abbey Dean.

Old Lord Chao walked to the front of the crowd, leaning against his cane.

The Abbey Dean's expression was peaceful, and his eyes calm.

There seemed to be hundreds of millions of dying stars' embers in his eyes, leaving behind only emptiness.

It made one feel afraid and in awe of him.

Everything was about to end under his vacant gaze.

The Tangs who were pursuing death, the unyielding Chang'an, the great Tang Empire, the Millennium-old Academy; all the glory and blood, heroics or evils, the time of light or darkness would all end here.

The long street was chilly.

Ning Que looked at the ordinary face and eyes of the Abbey Dean and suddenly remembered the great people he had met or felt in his life.

No matter the Headmaster, Youngest Uncle, or Lian Sheng, they were all people who truly knew what they wanted. They had freed themselves and then understood what they wanted, which was why they were powerful beyond imagination.