Chapter 512: Where Does the Crime Come From

The youth was suddenly alerted.

"Who!?"

He drew his sword from its scabbard, staring fixedly into the depths of the prison.

*Clang—*

The others also drew their weapons one after another, raising their vigilance to the highest level, exerting ten percent of their true energy and strength, waiting with focused attention.

The thousands of soldiers of the Dengzhou Guard had all vanished, yet one person appeared in this prison... one 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 gradually approached, a pair of black-patterned boots stepped into the firelight, followed by the dark black front of a robe, white jade, gold, and glazed luxurious accessories, the embroidered patch with the *dou-niu* pattern, as well as half a pale face and the corners of a mouth holding a hint of playful smile.

The person did not reveal his entire face, only smiling and speaking.

"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 entire face, that *dou-niu* robe was the real deal... the other person's official rank was definitely above that of the Dengzhou Guard Commander, a high official who could reach the Emperor's ears!

The merit corresponding to the *dou-niu* robe corresponded to at least a thousand lives. And if the other person was a martial official with martial arts, his realm would definitely not be below the peak; if they didn't consider Li Miao, he alone could slaughter everyone on their side in an instant!

A *jianghu* person quietly moved behind the Huanhua Sword Sect youth, poking his side waist lightly.

"Brother, brother, how—"

Halfway through the sentence, he stopped.

Because he discovered that the youth had no response at all, already completely frozen on the spot, not even noticing he had been poked in the waist.

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

*Clang. *

He couldn't even hold his long sword, dropping it to the ground with a loud *zheng* sound, startling the surrounding *jianghu* people, who turned to look, also discovering his soul-lost posture.

"Could it be that he is too young and still showed fear in the face of life and death?"

Someone thought this, but the next moment, they discovered that the other young female disciple of the Huanhua Sword Sect had the same reaction, even worse, barely able to maintain her breathing, only opening her mouth wide to hiss and inhale, as if she were about to burst her own chest.

At this moment, they finally thought of a possibility.

The Huanhua Sword Sect was a top-tier sect, with Embroidered Uniform Guards stationed within. And it was said that Sect Leader Liu Chengxuan had a private friendship with the Embroidered Uniform Guard, and high-ranking figures from the Embroidered Uniform Guard would go to the Huanhua Sword Sect to drink tea on weekdays. So their reactions were likely not because of fear of death.

But because they recognized this person opposite them.

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

So the firelight extended into the depths of the prison for an instant, illuminating the upper half of the martial official's face.

That *jianghu* person finally saw that face clearly.

Gaunt, seemingly a bit weak, more like a fop's fox face than a martial official, looking over through the firelight with a smile.

*Plop. *

He sat down on the ground abruptly.

*De-de-de-de—*

Teeth collided violently, pupils suddenly shrank to a line, and the corners of his eyes spasmed due to tension and fear.

"An, An, An—"

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

"Commander... Lord..."

"You, how could you be here..."

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

The hawk among the Emperor's hawks, the claw among the court's claws.

The mastermind who had single-handedly grown the Southern Town Fushi of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, originally for logistics, to rival the Northern Town Fushi in two years, the planner of the extermination of the Kunlun Sect and the Water-End Zen Temple, the cruel official who could stop a seventy-year-old man from crying at night.

A Grade Four high official, Commander of the Southern Town Fushi of the Embroidered Uniform Guard.

An Ziyang.

Right now, he was standing opposite them, smiling at the Huanhua Sword Sect youth and saying. ===== CHAPTER 513 =====