Chapter 456: Where Does the Sin Come From

The youth was suddenly alerted.

"Who!?"

He drew his sword and stared fixedly into the depths of the prison.

*Clang—*

The others also drew their weapons, raising their vigilance to the highest level, channeling ten percent of their *Qi* and strength, waiting with bated breath.

The thousands of soldiers of the Dengzhou Garrison had all vanished, yet one person appeared in this prison... That meant they had to match this person's threat to that of thousands of soldiers.

Although this comparison made no sense, it was the inner reflection of everyone present except Li Miao.

*Pat, pat, pat.

Footsteps approached gradually. A pair of black-patterned boots stepped into the firelight, followed by dark black lapels, luxurious accessories made of white jade, gold, and glaze, the embroidered *Dou Niu* patch, and half a pale face with a playful smile at the corner of the mouth.

The person didn't reveal his whole face, just smiled and said.

"Who are you all, and why are you here?"

All the *Jianghu* people dared not answer easily.

Although they couldn't see the other person's full face, that *Dou Niu* robe was the real deal... The other person's official rank was definitely above that of the Dengzhou Garrison Commander; he was a high official who could reach the ears of the Son of Heaven!

The merit corresponding to a *Dou Niu* robe corresponded to at least a thousand lives. And if the other person was a military official with *Wu Gong*, his level would definitely not be below the supreme level. If they didn't consider Li Miao, he alone could slaughter everyone on their side in an instant!

A *Jianghu* person moved quietly behind the Huanhua Sword Sect youth and poked his side gently.

"Brother, brother, how—"

He stopped halfway through.

Because he discovered that the youth had no response at all; he was completely stunned on the spot, not even noticing being poked in the waist.

On his neck, cold sweat squeezed out from his pores, soaking his clothes on his back in just a few breaths. His arms were shaking uncontrollably—

*Clang.

He couldn't even hold his long sword, which fell to the ground with a loud *zheng* sound, startling the surrounding *Jianghu* people, who turned to look and discovered his soul-lost posture.

"Could it be that he's too young and showed cowardice in the face of life and death?"

Someone thought this, but the next moment, they discovered the other young female disciple of the Huanhua Sword Sect had the same reaction, even worse, barely able to maintain her breathing, just opening her mouth wide and sucking in air, as if trying to burst her own chest.

At this moment, they finally thought of a possibility.

The Huanhua Sword Sect was a peak sect with the Embroidered Uniform Guard stationed inside. And it was said that Sect Leader Liu Chengxuan had a private friendship with the Embroidered Uniform Guard, and big shots from the Embroidered Uniform Guard would go to the Huanhua Sword Sect for tea. So their reactions were likely not because of fear of death.

But because they recognized the person opposite them.

Suddenly, a breeze blew, and the flame of the oil lamp flickered.

The firelight extended into the depths of the prison for a moment, illuminating the upper half of the military official's face.

That *Jianghu* person finally saw that face clearly.

Gaunt, seemingly a bit weak, more like a fox-faced playboy than a military official, looking over through the firelight with a smile.

*Thump.

He sat down on the ground abruptly.

*D-d-d-d—*

His teeth chattered violently, his pupils shrank to a line, and the corners of his eyes spasmed from tension and fear.

"An, An, An—"

The Huanhua Sword Sect youth trembled, desperately finishing his sentence.

"Lord Commander..."

"How could you be here..."

At this moment, everyone else finally knew who this person opposite them was.

The hound of the hounds of the Son of Heaven, the claw of the claws of the imperial court.

In two years, he had single-handedly grown the Southern Division of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, originally for logistics, to rival the Northern Division, masterminded the destruction of the Kunlun Sect and the Water-End Zen Monastery, and was a cruel official whose name could stop a seventy-year-old man from crying at night.

A fourth-rank official, Commander of the Southern Division of the Embroidered Uniform Guard.

An Ziyang.

Right now, he was standing opposite them, smiling at the Huanhua Sword Sect youth.