Nightfall

Laughing out Loud

The war against the Tang Empire had lasted for months. As the Abbey Dean had been chopped down by Ning Que, something had begun to change. Such changes could be accidental, but some of them were inevitable.

On the Xiangwan Plain in the north, thousands from the Tang Army, who were fending off enemies, thought that they were doomed to die when they saw the dust rise from the south. It was the reinforcement they had been waiting for.

The situation suddenly changed. Thousands of the Northern Army Cavalry rushed toward the Golden Palace Army like an avalanche, decapitating countless enemies with their cold blades.

The war was over. The bloody meadow had refracted the sunshine red. Situ Yilan’s podao had been broken. She wiped the blood off her face and looked around the battlefield. Even though most of her subordinates had been killed, they finally won the battle.

The Verdant Canyon in the south had already been in the most perilous moment. Holding the iron sword, Jun Mo looked exhausted like a mountain in the late autumn which was peaceful and beautiful but was covered with yellow leaves.

The disciples of the Academy were all standing behind him. Looking at the dust rising up in the wilderness and hearing the sound of hooves, they were all in silence, waiting for the final moment.

Mu You reached out and held Jun Mo’s empty sleeve.

Fan Yue, who had been resisting the Abbey Dean’s Virtual Sword with the River and Mountain Sandbox, totteringly walked out of the iron tent at this moment.

They were brothers and sisters and they were supposed to live together and die together.

The Coalition Army of the West-Hill Palace had reached the front of the Verdant Canyon once again.

In the past seven days, they had stopped the West-Hill Divine Palace Coalition Army multiple times. Both them and the coalition had been tired of this.

This time should be different.

And this charge should be the last one.

At this moment, the Fourth Brother suddenly felt that the River and Mountain Sandbox in his hand became much lighter. Then he sensed that the Virtual Sword in the Sandbox had disappeared.

People in front of the Verdant Canyon had no idea what had happened in Chang’an. However, there was only one possibility for the Abbey Dean’s Virtual Sword’s disappearance: the Abbey Dean had been killed or abolished.

The Fourth Brother clearly knew about the preparation of the Academy in Chang’an and he also knew his brothers and sisters were trying their best to kill the Abbey Dean, but he never thought they could succeed.

Because he was good at deduction and no matter how he deducted it before, he never figured out how they were able to kill the Abbey Dean.

However, at this time, the Virtual Sword in the River and Mountain Sandbox had disappeared. Whether he believed or not, something must have happened in Chang’an.

He hoarsely muttered, “The Abbey Dean has lost.”

His voice was hoarse because he had suffered the Virtual Sword attack for days and also because he was uncontrollably excited and filled with disbelief.

Everybody from the Academy heard him.

Silence reigned.

Suddenly, Jun Mo raised his iron sword and pointed at the wilderness, laughing loudly.