Chapter 87: Alluring City Once More

Since the battle on Wumingdao, Gong Jiu has regarded Yu Liancheng as his lifelong enemy.

He once said he would take Yu Liancheng's life, and he would never go back on his word.

——Unless he dies.

Gong Jiu's patience is immense, far greater than people generally imagine.

He is not in any particular hurry to fulfill his promise.

Moreover, he knows a very ancient principle—know yourself and know your enemy, and you will be invincible in every battle.

Since he wants to surpass Yu Liancheng, he must understand him well enough.

Gong Jiu is very clever; he knows that tailing an expert like Yu Liancheng is almost an impossible task.

Therefore, he did not waste much effort in this regard, but instead investigated the people and matters related to Yu Liancheng.

And in Yu Liancheng's trip to the Capital, Gong Jiu sensed a trace of an unusual atmosphere.

His intelligence and wisdom are not inferior to Lu Xiaofeng's, and he also controls a massive force.

Regarding what Yu Liancheng and the others intend to do, Gong Jiu has some vague guesses, but he dares not be certain.

Then, by chance, he discovered that people from the Nanwang Mansion were in contact with the people of General Manager Wang, and after realizing that the Nanwang Shizi looked exactly like the current Emperor, he finally saw the outline of this conspiracy.

While feeling shocked, Gong Jiu also began to calculate his own plans.

In reality, he has long coveted the high and lofty throne.

This time, he not only wants to ensure Yu Liancheng dies without a burial place, but also wants to seat himself in the position of the Supreme Ruler.

Therefore, Gong Jiu did not leak the plan of Yu Liancheng and the others, but waited for them to successfully enter the Southern Study, and when the Emperor's life was in danger, he would slowly strike out.

On the other hand, Gong Jiu has already had his subordinates expose the scheme of Yu Liancheng and the others, letting the crowd of Imperial Palace experts kill their way back.

Dozens of Imperial Palace experts, plus Gong Jiu and the Invisible Men in his hands, as well as the martial arts experts who have entered the Forbidden City, already have the capital to trap and kill these two peerless experts, Yu Liancheng and Ye Gucheng.

Of course, the Emperor must also be disposed of by some means, framing it on the Nanwang Shizi, while slowly carrying out his own grand plan, finally ascending to the throne of the Supreme Ruler.

But the premise of all this is that he and the Emperor must hold out until the Imperial Palace experts arrive.

This matter is not easy.

Yu Liancheng and Ye Gucheng are both the world's top swordsmen; even against a thousand troops and ten thousand horses, these two could likely kill their way through.

However, Gong Jiu has confidence.

This confidence stems from his sword technique, and from the "Sun and Moon Shining on Heaven True Formula" and his special constitution.

What's more, the current Emperor is also a top-tier expert.

With the two of them joining forces, even if they cannot defeat Yu Liancheng and Ye Gucheng, they will not lose too quickly.

Yu Liancheng suddenly sighed softly: "Gong Jiu, do you think that just because you have practiced the 'Sun and Moon Shining on Heaven True Formula', I truly have no way to deal with you?"

Gong Jiu's face was as cold as a sculpture; he merely sneered.

Yu Liancheng added: "In reality, it is indeed not easy for me to defeat you, but to kill you is not a difficult task."

Gong Jiu is laughing, a cold laugh.

The cold laugh seems to carry a sense of madness and contempt.

"I will kill him, you kill the other one." Yu Liancheng glanced at Ye Gucheng.

Ye Gucheng nodded; he locked his Qi onto the Emperor, and once the Emperor made any unusual move, the long sword in his hand would immediately launch an attack.

But he was not in a hurry, instead placing his gaze upon Yu Liancheng.

Ye Gucheng knows that Yu Liancheng is not a person who likes to boast; since he has said so, it is certainly not without purpose.

But Ye Gucheng can also see that Gong Jiu is an expert, a peerless expert, whose strength is not below his own. No one can easily kill such an expert.

Clang!

Yu Liancheng is already drawing his sword.

His posture in drawing the sword is truly graceful, and his whole person seems to radiate a beautiful artistic conception, causing people to involuntarily immerse themselves in it, their hearts captivated, their spirits shaken.

The sword has been drawn.

The sword light illuminates the entire room.

Yet the sword thrust is very slow.

But once the sword momentum unfolds, it does not look like a sword for killing at all.

It is very beautiful, very gentle, very magnificent.

It is like a fairy dancing in flight, like the tender gaze of a lover, like a magnificent celestial palace of jade.

This sword is truly very beautiful; Ye Gucheng has also recognized that this is precisely "Alluring City" from the Three Flawless Forms.

Alluring City—the beauty that allures the city, the power that allures the city.

But if one were to rely solely on such a sword, it seems insufficient to kill an expert like Gong Jiu.

Just as Ye Gucheng felt doubt in his heart, Yu Liancheng flicked his wrist, and all the grace was retracted, yet it radiated a peculiar sword light, as if it could illuminate the deepest desires in everyone's heart.

For instance, the Nanwang Shizi; in this sword light, he saw himself become the Supreme Ruler, sitting high on the dragon throne, looking down upon all living things.

Or for instance, General Manager Wang; he saw himself become a real man, a man with the true capital to visit brothels.

Ye Gucheng also fell into this desire, his heart palpitating, but he quickly broke free, though his forehead was already covered in cold sweat.

In a duel between experts, sometimes the outcome can be decided in an instant.

If one loses focus against an expert like Yu Liancheng, then death is certain.

This sword is truly terrifying.

But soon, Ye Gucheng detected the flaw in this sword.

——Slow.

This sword is executed far too slowly.

If it were even slightly faster, the sword light woven by those desires would shatter.

To be able to step into the ranks of top-tier experts, one's temperament must naturally be of a superior existence.

Just like Ye Gucheng, he was able to break free from his desires very quickly.

But this sword strike seemed to be very effective against the Prince of the Peace King.

He did not break free from his own desires.

One could see Gong Jiu's body trembling, his eyes gradually turning red.

He suddenly tore open his clothes, gasping as he said, "Hit me, hit me, quickly use a whip to hit me."

Although Gong Jiu knew this sword strike was very dangerous, an unbearable craving had already caused him to completely lose his reason.

Ye Gucheng was also a person of wide experience, but at this moment, he was actually stunned.

"I beg you, quickly... quickly hit me, no matter who it is, quickly use a whip to hit me."

Gong Jiu trembled incessantly, his face ferocious and twisted, his eyes filled with supplication and pleading, frantically tearing at his own clothes, his breathing as heavy as a bull that had run for several miles.

Ye Gucheng was not only stunned, but he also had the urge to vomit.

There are people in this world who just like to abuse themselves; Ye Gucheng did not understand it before, but seeing Gong Jiu, he suddenly understood.

—The desires within such people can only be truly satisfied when they abuse themselves.

The sword tip had already pierced Gong Jiu's clothes, pierced his lustrous skin, and blood flowed out, but his eyes brightened, his expression revealing a satisfied and joyful look, yet it also faintly carried an indescribable fear.

Yu Liancheng's wrist thrust forward violently, stabbing straight at the heart.

Gong Jiu's expression had already completely frozen, and there seemed to be a smile on his face.

When the Duoqing Sword was pulled out, blood dripped down, red as plum blossoms.

"I said before, killing you is not a difficult task." Yu Liancheng's face, however, carried an indescribable sense of desolation, and he looked at Ye Gucheng again: "It is your turn, make your move."

Ye Gucheng was silent for a moment.

"Good."

Another flash of sword light flew up, stabbing toward the young Emperor.

PS: Please keep reading!! (I should be competing for the Sanjiang list this week, but the book's activity level isn't high, so I reckon it's going to flop, o(╥﹏╥)o)