The Great Dream God

Chapter 413 Prelude to Death

Princess Ziyang was graceful and elegant, like a pine tree standing proudly between heaven and earth, standing firmly on the towering city wall of Kyoto. Her slender and graceful figure seemed even more upright and resolute in the whistling wind, like an unshakable mountain. She was wearing a gorgeous brocade robe embroidered with intricate cloud patterns, which fluttered in the wind, as if reflecting the clouds in the sky. Her cloud-like hair was tied up high, and an exquisite jade hairpin embellished it, shining with a warm luster, which made her noble and elegant, incomparable.

Her eyes were as cold as frost, chilling to the bone, staring at the densely packed Qingque people below like an ant colony without any warmth. There was endless majesty and indifference in her eyes, as if she could freeze everything. Her cold voice was like a thunder, breaking through the sky, and she shouted loudly: "Today is the end of you Qingque people! This is the end you deserve, and it is fate's ruthless judgment on you!" This voice was like a huge bell, resounding through the sky, shocking people's souls.

After saying that, she gently waved her jade hand, and her posture was like a goddess commanding thousands of troops, noble and majestic. In an instant, countless flying swords flew out of her sleeves, like bright stars across the night sky, and like surging tides, rushing towards the Qingque people with overwhelming force. For a moment, the sword light flashed, the cold light shone everywhere, and the whole sky was shrouded in this sharp sword energy. The flying sword was as bright as a meteor, and the sword body shone with mysterious runes, and each rune contained powerful power. Wherever the flying sword passed, the air was torn apart, and a sharp whistling sound was emitted, as if it was the prelude to death.

A bloody and cruel massacre thus opened the tragic curtain. In this chaotic and bloody scene, Qingniao struggled desperately like a trapped beast. His eyes were burning with the flames of anger and the abyss of despair. He cursed at Princess Ziyang with all his might: "You are a devil with a heart as vicious as a snake and scorpion! You will be severely punished by God and suffer endless retribution!" The voice was full of grief and resentment, echoing in the air.

When Princess Ziyang heard this, a cold light flashed in her eyes, like a glacier that had not melted for thousands of years, and it was bone-chillingly cold. The sword in her hand flashed a cold light in the sun, like the sickle of the god of death. The sword body was pitch black, and the hilt was inlaid with gems, exuding a mysterious and dangerous atmosphere. She swung the sword without hesitation, and a cold light flashed across the sky like lightning. In an instant, half of the blue bird's head fell down like a ripe fruit cut by a sharp blade. Blood splashed like a spring, dyeing the land red, as if it was a sad blood flower blooming on the earth. The blood flowed on the cold ground like streams of hot magma, emitting a pungent smell of blood. The blue bird's body shook a few times, and finally fell heavily to the ground like a kite with a broken string. His death was extremely tragic, horrifying and shocking.

Princess Ziyang watched this scene expressionlessly, without any sympathy or emotion in her eyes, as if all this was just insignificant dust. Her heart was as hard as ice, unmoved, as if the life and death, sorrow and joy of this world had nothing to do with her. Then, like a noble phoenix, she turned lightly and slowly walked down the city wall. Each of her steps was accompanied by an innate nobility and elegance, as if she was not walking on the steps of the city wall, but on the road to glory. Her skirt was like a blooming flower, swaying gently with her steps, exuding a charming fragrance.

At this time, Edward, who was beside him, followed him quickly. He was wearing a black tight-fitting armor inlaid with metal plates, shining coldly in the sun. He lowered his voice, with a hint of urgency and solemnity in his tone, and said: "Princess, our enemy Meng Jin is in this city. This person is insidious and cunning, like a poisonous snake hiding in the dark, always ready to give us a fatal blow. We must eradicate him as soon as possible to prevent future troubles, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous." His eyes were full of worry and vigilance, as if he had foreseen the impending crisis.

When Princess Ziyang heard this, a sharp light flashed in her eyes, like a bright meteor across the night sky, instantly illuminating the dark sky. She slowly closed her eyes, and the air around her seemed to stop with her movements. She used her super perception, like an invisible net, to search every corner of the city for Mengjin. At this moment, her mind was completely immersed in this search, and all the noise from the outside world was blocked out by her. Her skin was as white as snow, exuding a charming luster under the sunlight, and her eyelashes trembled slightly, like butterfly wings, light and beautiful.

After a moment, Princess Ziyang suddenly opened her eyes, and there was a firm light in her eyes, as if she had seen through everything. She pointed in a direction and said firmly: "Over there, let's go!" Her voice was full of unquestionable strength, as hard as steel. After she finished speaking, she rushed towards that direction like a gust of wind. Her figure was like a flash of lightning, disappearing in an instant. Her posture was agile and swift, and wherever she passed, she brought a gust of wind, blowing the surrounding leaves rustling.

Edward followed closely behind her, his steps were vigorous and agile, not inferior to Princess Ziyang in any way. His eyes were full of firm belief, as if no matter how many difficulties and obstacles there were ahead, he would follow Princess Ziyang's footsteps without hesitation. His hair fluttered in the wind, like a burning flame, full of strength and passion. The group of people rushed through the streets of the city like an arrow from a bow. Their footsteps brought up a cloud of dust, like billowing yellow smoke, filling the air.

The houses on both sides of the street quickly retreated as they moved forward at a rapid speed, as if time had accelerated at this moment. Princess Ziyang's sleeves fluttered in the wind, like a flag, leading everyone forward. Her figure cast a slender shadow under the sunlight, appearing particularly majestic.

The sound of everyone's footsteps was like the roar of war drums, breaking the tranquility of the city and announcing the coming of a decisive battle. Every footstep was like the knock of fate on the door, shaking people's hearts and making them feel an indescribable tension and expectation.

They sped along the street, and the surrounding scenery flashed by like phantoms. The shop signs on the street swayed in the wind, making creaking sounds, as if cheering them on. Pedestrians on the road avoided them one after another, looking at this group of people who swept past like a storm in horror.

Princess Ziyang led everyone to run all the way!