1041 I Want To Look At The Sun (2/2)

There was no point spending time on the meaningless. What he had to do now was to kill Ye Su. No matter if it was a prophecy from a sage or some nonsense from a lunatic, it meant nothing.

”You will die in no time. Even if it were to come true one day, you won't be able to see the sun for yourself. Likewise, people who have heard you will be dead in no time. They won't be able to see it either,” Long Qing stared at Ye Su and said emotionlessly. Together with his words, there came thundering clip-clops of the two thousand cavalrymen of the Divine Halls of West-Hill pouring in from outside the city.

Countless clashing sounds were heard from the sharp blades held by the cavalrymen. The snow white blades reflected the faces of the scared followers of the New Stream.

Long Qing raised his right hand. Meanwhile the cavalrymen raised their blades outside the crowd. The chilling blades seemed like the wild grass in the fields, disorderly and horrifying, as if they were about to tear every flesh coming in their way.

Clip-clops were heard again. The heavily armed war horses knocked through the crowd in front of them. Many followers of the New Stream were treading in the clip-clops. People were screaming all over the square.

Blood flooded across the square. Death accumulated together with the snow. The terrified followers scattered in all directions. Ordinary people who happened to be in the square were also killed in the tragedy.

No one could stop the tragedy now.

Ye Su watched it happened. He raised his arms and tried to make a way through the crowd. But no one could see him. He tried to speak but made no sound. No one could have heard him even if he had said anything.

Chen Pipi looked extremely pale but still supported him.

A dozen of disciples from the Sword Garret scattered into the crowd and fought desperately. They were way outnumbered like a few rocks in the flood. Even as resolute as they were, how could they turn the tide?

Long Qing stood by the stage. There were only ten steps between him and Ye Su. However he did nothing but looked at Ye Su silently. He wanted Ye Su to see this.

It might not be the beginning of the extinction of the New Stream. But it was definitely Ye Su's last day. As Ning Que told the Abbey Dean, Long Qing was eager to witness Ye Su's last journey to the holiness.

Ye Su stood in the morning sunlight. The reflection around him brought forth some holiness. In the last part of his journey he would be walking toward the holiness and the colors of heaven and earth would change.

Long Qing was indeed curious to see how the heaven and earth would change.

Right then, the colors of heaven and earth did change.

There was white snow on the streets and black eaves on people's houses. The black, the white, and the color of the yet-to-fall leaves were the three basic colors in the city, in and outside the square.

But ever since yesterday, after the two rounds of slaughtering by Taoism, the ground was flooded with blood.

However, the colors were drained right then. The white snow, the dark eaves, the yellowish green leaves and the scarlet blood stains, were all turned into yellow sand and covered the sky.

Long Qing was somewhat stunned.

Because the overturn had nothing to do with Ye Su. Ye Su's Ocean of Qi and Mountain of Snow was destroyed long ago. He was a sage in teaching. But the teaching of the New Stream could never turn the situation in a real battle.

It was a different power that turned the snow, the eaves, the trees, and blood into sand.

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