Chapter 210: Almost Over

Bai Lang hurried along, and in just a few days he had already passed Shandong and reached the foot of the Capital (Jingcheng). No matter how high the walls of Eight-Armed Nezha City were, they could not stop Bai Lang's Lightness Skill. He soon entered Capital (Jingcheng) (Capital (Jingcheng) (Jingcheng)) City at night, and as before found an inn to stay in. The climate of the northern lands could not compare with that of the South of the River; Bai Lang felt quite dry, and moreover the wind carried a lot of sand and dust—if it rained it would surely dirty the streets—but the streets were already full of flying dust, nowhere better.

Bai Lang washed up thoroughly, and his clothes were simply bought a set by the errand boy at a clothing shop. When he woke up at the appointed time, the sky was still not bright. The Qing dynasty actually had no court assemblies; those only happened on special festivals, usually just listening to politics at the gate. What Bai Lang did was go to a nearby prince's mansion to "borrow clothes".

Once again he scaled the wall and entered, and this time Bai Lang decisively opened killing—any male, regardless of whether he had a son or not, was killed outright; he slaughtered his way forward at breakneck speed, soon blocking the middle-aged prince before him—as for what kind of prince, Bai Lang couldn't be bothered to ask. "Prince Gong, Prince He, Tassel Prince........ anyway, he's just a dead man." He asked the prince before making a move.

"Do you have any Ming Dynasty official robes in your room? If not, a military official's robe and armor will do—although the Qing official uniforms differ from those of the Ming Dynasty, this general's robe and armor are quite similar." Bai Lang, holding this fellow's braid, said, "Yes, yes, yes! Junior Protector Bai, I definitely have some! I've long found these Manchu squatters ruling the world displeasing! I also want to overthrow the Qing and restore the Ming!" With the prince's head in Bai Lang's hand, the prince shouted without a mouth.

"What, with ancestors' swords, horses, bows and arrows they won the world, yet descendants have become this weak...... Nonsense! Let my ancestors come back to life and try to attack Junior Protector Bai? This is called the fine bird choosing its tree, the worthy minister choosing his master." Bai Lang found this utterly unsurprising; such a worthless waste didn't arouse much interest in killing him—the dead guards and servants outside had already made Bai Lang feel a bit better; the life or death of a useless prince was already irrelevant.

Surely what was taken out was the old prince's belongings, kept in decent condition, just a bit small. Bai Lang measured it up, then finally tossed it aside, "Well, well, I originally wanted to make a show, but now it looks like after I go in and chop up Hongli, I'll also have to hack at his brothers and sons; when everyone fights for the throne...... you say, should I kill everyone surnamed Wild Boar Skin? Including you?"

Still not noticing what prince the fellow was, his head shook wildly, "Junior Protector, spare my life! I'm actually overthrowing the Qing and restoring the Ming! Who surnames that Wild Boar Skin nonsense? I'm surnamed Jin!" Bai Lang laughed loudly and casually threw him to the ground; his body merely moved and already floated outward.

The guards stationed before Meridian Gate watched the person swaggering toward Meridian Gate, while those officials participating in politics madly fled in all directions, fully exposing Bai Lang to the sight of those inside the Forbidden City. The gate was being closed; although they knew it useless, they still struggled to shut it. Bai Lang stepped before the gate, kicked it hard with his foot, and as the gate shook he leveraged the force to leap, grabbed and leveraged again, and then stood atop Meridian Gate.

The guards fled in disarray; who doesn't know what the Great Qing is like now...... Without Bai Lang, everyone is loyal ministers and filial sons; with Bai Lang coming, naturally each goes his own way. But there were Han officials who still tried to block Bai Lang; however, Bai Lang merely glanced at them, and under his contemptuous gaze they also resentfully withdrew, finally still dying at Bai Lang's hands. Junior Protector Bai has never been a good person; anyone daring to block his path must prepare to be beaten to death.

Could Qianlong disguise himself and escape? It's possible, very possible—right now Bai Lang is still in front of the Three Great Halls' area; there are guards and officials here, many with weapons, so it's really hard to say whether Qianlong is hiding among them. If it were the Rear Palace, it would be easy: anyone without testicles isn't Qianlong, how simple. Qianlong is still not that old, just in his forties; relying on his perceptive eyes, Bai Lang still recognized this emperor.

"Not that whiskered, glaring Imperial Father, but the suave and debonair Ding Xie—how did that Guard Zhan capture him? If it's him, then Guard Zhan plus the leaders of the Red Flower Society couldn't possibly retain Chu Xiang Shuai." After seeing the middle-aged man bearing the emperor's aura, Qianlong, Bai Lang immediately had this thought. Indeed, that middle-aged man always wore a look of disdain when fleeing for his life; he is definitely someone you'd know all too well.

Bai Lang looked left and right; Chen Hui Xiu didn't know where he was, but he still felt it was fine. Of course, discussing state affairs between ruler and minister has nothing to do with consorts; not being able to see a possible Chen Hui Xiu is normal. Facing Qianlong, the ministers and guards who swore to defend him to the death were still present; amid a chorus of "Guard the carriage!" at least forty or fifty people blocked Bai Lang's front. "You all look like fearless warriors—good! I'll satisfy you! I'll come right now to hack you to death!"

Bai Lang gave a sinister chuckle; Qianlong—anyone wearing a yellow robe like that isn't Qianlong, Bai Lang's name spelled backwards! Since Qianlong has already been locked onto by his aura and gaze, running is certainly impossible; once Bai Lang kills everyone daring to block him ahead, he can then proceed to craft this Great Qing emperor. "Hope this...... looks hard to say." The martial skill of these people before him is also not bad; they should be the experts the Manchu Qing could gather.

In build they should be comparable to the Fire Hand Judge, not as strong but not far off. In numbers they are also relatively many, especially since some of them likely came from the military, having formed a battle formation attempting to encircle and kill Bai Lang. Thus they had fishing nets wrapped in gold thread and grappling hooks, thinking they could perhaps drag and trap Bai Lang, then figure something else out. The result of that attack on the canal waters hasn't yet been transmitted to the Capital (Jingcheng), but there's no need to transmit it—Bai Lang's arrival shows that those people failed.

Bai Lang inhaled, and the Southern Dipper Holy Fist martial art unfolded; with a sweep of both hands the fishing net was torn apart, and the thrown grappling hook was snipped off its rope with a casual flick of two fingers. As for trying to intercept him? Bai Lang's every move is a lethal weapon to humanity, and appears to be pure external hard martial arts—tearing a living person apart with his hands is trivial, a punch to the body leaves a huge hole, and martial arts masters before him are no different from tofu.

Even if they wanted to die for the emperor, they would still be frightened by the bloody scene before them; once fear arose, their movements would inevitably slow and reveal openings, and Bai Lang passed through those openings to stand directly before Qianlong and strike with a claw. Indeed, just as Bai Lang sensed, this emperor flicked open a folding fan with a clatter, directly deflecting Bai Lang's claw; the technique's subtlety in Internal Force is such that Guard Zhan probably couldn't match it.

"Ah, if it were that whiskered, glaring person, his head would probably have been chopped off by now...... Let's see how your Lightness Skill is." Bai Lang laughed loudly and struck out with a palm.