Chapter 78: Who's Arrangement?

Heir Apparent, it seems you're really being cautious with your connections, yet you're not taking the main road—you're taking the side road.

Too bad, we're not stupid either, Heir Apparent—you now have nowhere to run.

As a smug voice rang out, a group of black-cloth-masked black-clad people stepped out.

Yang Jun glanced over and saw, wow, actually a dozen or more people.

The leader carried a long sword, the others had sabers, and some chains—these weapons, some looked familiar.

After seeing this group, Yang Jun lightly nodded.

Now it seems, it's definitely not that the Imperial Palace had an incident.

But rather it's Yang Jun who's run into trouble; these people came here solely to deal with him.

As for Yun Xuanmo and Yun Xiyue being summoned back, they're just palace personnel, merely to avoid implicating this prince and princess—that's all.

Precisely because of that, the thing to do is exactly what's before us.

Alright, if that's how you want to play, then we have no choice but to fight.

Yang Jun is unwilling to sit and wait for death; he fundamentally refuses to accept these meaningless deaths.

My father is still around, and I still have to wait for his army to return.

By then, I will truly be the one who has descended into the world; any grudges and resentments will be reckoned again.

But for now, I'd better just focus on preserving my life first.

Only after securing my own life can other matters be resolved.

Yang Jun gripped the hilt of the Holy Sword tightly; in later films and TV, don't fighters always like to entwine their weapons with their hands?

That way, one can avoid dropping the weapon in battle.

Then dealing with any danger becomes possible.

Besides, this is killing people.

Too much killing, and blood will affect the feel.

If the weapon drops, that's the moment of one's death.

"Move in, just bring back the head."

Seeing Yang Jun preparing, the leader let out a cold snort.

At the same time, a group of masked people quickly swarmed in.

Yang Jun wasn't being polite either; since it's a fight to the death, what's there to think about?

At that moment, he immediately brandished the Holy Sword in his hand and launched a swift attack.

Now it's already a critical moment.

No time to worry about sword forms; as long as you can execute it, as long as you can swing it, just give it your all.

Fortunately, I received the aid of the Ziyang Holy Body, greatly boosting my strength.

Otherwise, facing this situation now would be tough.

Even if Yang Jun's sword technique isn't that refined, he still holds a Holy Sword in his hand.

The might of the Holy Sword gives him formidable combat power.

Soon, crimson sword qi burst forth in all directions; these masked people couldn't possibly block the power of Yang Jun's sword.

In an instant, the tremendous power displayed by the Holy Sword shook this group, forcing them to keep retreating.

"Want to kill me? Come on!"

Yang Jun roared, these guys come straight to kill—utterly unreasonable, no procedure at all.

Logically, shouldn't they first exchange a few words, talk about identities, what problems I have, they're also left with no choice?

Where's the logic in just jumping straight into action?

"Looks like the Heir Apparent still has some skill—everyone, put in extra effort, be serious; if we don't settle this, none of us will get credit."

The leader snorted coldly, speaking.

With his words, he at that moment gripped the sword hilt, adopting a posture ready to jump into battle at any time.

To face all this, what more needs to be done is just right before us.

He wants to kill; Yang Jun wants to fight it out.

"The Heir Apparent is going to fight to the death—watch closely!"

The leader also let out another roar; everyone assumed a stance, ready to meet Yang Jun's thunderous strike.

After all, when someone fights desperately, the power they unleash can't be easily opposed.

But just as everyone had readied themselves to go all out...

All we saw was Yang Jun turn around and flee!

Once Yang Jun left, only a group of masked people remained, dumbfounded and standing in place.

"No way, a dignified Heir Apparent, actually playing this with us?"

The leader widened his eyes, practically wanting to curse.

Heir of Prince Pingxi, is that all?

"Heir Apparent, don't run—Prince Pingxi's hero, you should be a hero too; running like this, what are you? Isn't it weakening Prince Pingxi's reputation?"

Amid the shouting, the masked people rushed over like flies, desperately chasing Yang Jun.

Yang Jun fled desperately; now there's no point worrying about image—bottom line, the situation is as it is, and the most urgent thing is to save his life.

If even his life is gone, what else could he do?

There are over a dozen people before him, each with considerable skill.

I'm just a novice who's only recently started martial arts; facing over a dozen opponents each not weaker than me, how can I fight?

In this situation, what more is there to think about?

I'm not stupid—I don't even want my life, so what hero am I pretending to be?

Yang Jun kept running, and at this moment he was thinking about other things.

It's obvious that the gang behind him, engaged in pursuits like this, are used to doing such things.

Now look, this formation is clearly the court's array for capturing people.

Heh, it seems my situation is really tough.

Deploying this formation against me, the group behind me are court officials wielding such power; aside from that person in the palace, who else could manage this in the capital?

Looks like the dog emperor is losing his composure.

On this matter, do they really have to silence me?

I don't know if it's because my father's deed was exposed, or because of the Holy Sword.

Yang Jun kept thinking like that, sped up his escape, and quickly rushed forward.

As for what comes next, Yang Jun didn't think much about it.

Just then, a figure appeared ahead of Yang Jun.

She wore a white gown with light gauze, her lovely face unmatched.

This isn't Mo Qingyan—who else could it be?

Mo Qingyan also saw Yang Jun.

After the previous events, Mo Qingyan felt disheartened, found a spot to adjust her breath, and could just make out objects.

I originally wanted to leave the capital, but who would have thought I'd run into Yang Jun here.

"Shameless brat, it's all your fault—you ruined me!"

Upon seeing Yang Jun, Mo Qingyan let out an angry roar.

In her view, if it weren't for Yang Jun injuring her, she would never have encountered such a thing.

Now she has been taken advantage of, both body and mind wounded.

She cannot accept such things.

She had planned to leave this sorrowful capital, but upon seeing Yang Jun, she simply decided to kill him before leaving.