Chapter 121

I don't know where Bai Yifei went; he actually played disappearing at a time like this today.

The funeral procession, without the Baijia Army under his command, was ultimately not perfect enough.

"What a grand formation!"

Withdrawing her gaze from the funeral procession, Zinu sighed sincerely. She turned her head and asked Wei Zhuang: "Do you think he will still make a move?"

"With such a formation, even if he successfully kills Ji Wuye, it will not be an easy thing to retreat unscathed!"

Wei Zhuang said in a deep voice: "If it were someone else, I wouldn't be sure, but as for him, since he said he would make a move today, he must have his own certainty."

I don't know when it started, but Wei Zhuang suddenly had full confidence in Su Xuan.

Perhaps it was because he saw Su Xuan use the Shark Tooth sword to take the lives of hundreds of Baijia soldiers in mid-air, or perhaps it was because the arrogant Bai Yifei was easily killed by Su Xuan.

Since Su Xuan said he would make a move to kill Ji Wuye today, then clearly, he had also guessed what he would face today.

He could probably also guess Su Xuan's intention in choosing to make a move today.

Today is the King of Han's funeral.

After the King of Han is buried, the Crown Prince will become the new King of the State of Han. Ji Wuye, as the person the Crown Prince trusts most, will have even greater power than before, reaching a true peak.

It can be said that for many princes, today is the saddest time.

But for Ji Wuye, it is the proudest moment.

Su Xuan chose to kill Ji Wuye on the day Ji Wuye was most proud, wanting to knock him from the clouds into the mud when he was at his most prosperous.

Since the day before yesterday, Su Xuan had disappeared.

Where Su Xuan was now, Wei Zhuang did not know, but he was looking forward to Su Xuan's appearance.

Also watching the King of Han's funeral was Master Tian Ze and his party.

In the death row that day, Han Fei did not bring him, who was seriously injured, to justice. Later, with the help of the bottle of healing medicine left by Yan Lingji, he, Wushuang Gui, Qu Shi Mo, Bai Du Wang, and others had been healing their wounds for several days.

The effect of that bottle of medicine was truly extraordinary; at least, it was the best healing medicine Master Tian Ze had ever seen.

After healing for several days, although his injuries had not yet recovered, he finally had a bit more power to protect himself.

When the King of Han was buried, he was hiding in a corner of Xinzheng City, coldly watching all this.

Bai Yifei was dead, and the King of Han was also dead.

Logically speaking, with two enemies dying one after another, he should be happy, but the fact was, in his heart, there was not the slightest bit of happiness.

In the end, the death of these two people had nothing to do with him, and he naturally could not get pleasure from their deaths.

"Hmm, is that him?"

Qu Shi Mo's voice suddenly rang out, somewhat surprised.

Master Tian Ze followed Qu Shi Mo's voice and also looked in a certain direction.

I saw, on the long street, a figure wearing green clothes walking slowly.

Behind him, he was carrying two long swords, one red and one white.

Those were the swords of the Blood-Clad Hou Bai Yifei, passed down from his mother. The red sword was named "Blood" and the white sword was named "Snow." After the Blood-Clad Marquis died, his corpse was collected by Su Xuan, and these two swords also fell into Su Xuan's hands.

Su Xuan carried the twin swords on his back, facing the many soldiers who were escorting the King of Han, and walked slowly.

Many soldiers also saw this figure walking against the flow on the long street.

Soon, many people noticed him.

Ji Wuye, who was riding on a tall horse, had his gaze instantly become solemn. He naturally recognized Su Xuan. He did not expect that this wanted criminal, after disappearing for many days, would actually appear at such a time and in such a place.

And what made him care was still the two swords Su Xuan carried on his back.

The style of the sword guard and the color of the hilt were exactly the same as the two swords in his memory; those were Bai Yifei's swords.