Chapter 210: Supreme Great Demon Li Changsheng! The Dragon-Tiger Dao Heart Bewitches Hearts!

Great Song, Lin'an.

"Stop!"

Just at this moment, a loud shout, vaguely accompanied by the roar of dragons and tigers, shook the firmament and the universe.

An old man with a tall stature and black and white hair intertwined rode a yellow dragon, flying through the air, intending to stop Li Changsheng.

But Li Changsheng merely glanced at him, ignoring him completely. With a single thought, he used the Sword Controlling Art, and the Azure Heaven Sword shot out, traversing up and down, unstoppable, heading straight for the Zhao ancestral hall.

At the same time, the Zhao ancestral hall!

"Not good!"

"The Li brat is about to act! Run!"

"With my essence and blood, blood-sacrifice the national-protecting divine weapon: The Gaoliang River Donkey Cart!"

"..."

Sensing a terrifying murderous intent, the Song Renzong Zhao Zhen, Song Shenzong Zhao Xu, and Song Zhezong Zhao Xu felt their backs turn cold, their feet go numb, and their minds tremble!

Without the slightest hesitation, they extended their fingers again, pointing into their brows. Three drops of essence blood floated out and merged into a donkey cart ridden by the Song Taizong Zhao Guangyi, beside the Song Taizu Zhao Kuangyin.

"Hee-haw! Hee-haw!"

A donkey's bray came, emitting a terrifying fluctuation like that of the Divine Ability Realm.

A ray of light enveloped Zhao Zhen, Zhao Xu, and Zhao Xu, pulling them into the donkey cart; then, this divine donkey stepped on the void, auspicious clouds gathered, and it traveled a thousand zhang in an instant.

This divine donkey, sensing a green light appearing, suddenly drifted, actually avoiding Li Changsheng's Azure Heaven Sword.

"Oh?! This donkey cart... is a bit interesting!"

Li Changsheng's eyes lit up, as if he had discovered something very rare, and a strange look could not help but appear on his face. "Is this the Gaoliang River donkey cart that Zhao Guangyi used to abandon hundreds of thousands of troops and flee back then?!"

In this comprehensive martial arts world, the Battle of Gaoliang River had also occurred.

The Liao and Jin kingdoms joined forces, and even the Mongol Yuan secretly fanned the flames. In the end, at Gaoliang River, they surrounded the Song Emperor Zhao Guangyi and hundreds of thousands of Song troops.

And in order to save his life, Zhao Guangyi directly abandoned these hundreds of thousands of Song troops, using a national-protecting divine weapon, the Gaoliang River donkey cart, to drift and maneuver, managing to avoid the obstruction of the Earth Immortals from the Yuan, Liao, and Jin kingdoms, and fled back to Lin'an.

But it was precisely because of Zhao Guangyi's flight that the hundreds of thousands of Song troops lost all will to fight and morale, and were completely annihilated by the Liao and Jin kingdoms.

Since then, the Zhao Song dynasty was severely weakened and no longer had the strength to contend with the Mongol Yuan. Even the Liao, Jin, and Western Xia kingdoms would occasionally head south to attack cities and seize land.

"Audacious brat! How dare you mock our Taizong Majesty?!"

"Also! Just now, this Daoist told you to stop! You brat... could it be that you didn't hear?!"

Just at this moment, the tall figure riding the yellow dragon had already appeared not far from Li Changsheng.

And beside him were two other figures. One was an old man of medium height with white hair and beard, glaring at Li Changsheng as if he had monstrous hatred.

The other figure was short, like a child, with deep eyes, like an abyss.

"Mount Long Hu Daoist robes?! You are the Heavenly Masters of Mount Long Hu?!"

Li Changsheng asked instead of answering, his face calm, but his heart was somewhat impatient.

He hadn't prepared to go to Mount Long Hu to settle accounts yet, but he didn't expect Mount Long Hu to appear first.

"Indeed! This Daoist! Zhao Huangchao!"

"Li brat, this Daoist advises you to be sensible!"

"The world is vast, but it cannot tolerate your wild behavior!"

The tall old man riding the yellow dragon, Zhao Huangchao, slowly exhaled and spoke sternly.

"This Daoist! Zhao Xiyi! My son Danxia died at your hands?!"

The old man of medium height, with hatred in his eyes, spoke coldly.

"This Daoist! Zhao Xuansu!"

The Daoist who was short like a child said slowly.

"This Daoist! Zhao Danping!"