Peace Order

Chapter 1878: Chapter 8: Brothers

As of today, among the twenty-seven Divine Generals of the world stands Immovable Ming King Yuwen Tianxian.

Yuwen Lie gripped the Divine Weapon, walked slowly forward, the Imperial Army subconsciously aimed their weapons at him, yet Yuwen Lie showed no fear.

The world is about to collapse, and there will always be someone who can rise with grandeur. Standing within the palace, Yuwen Lie suddenly said, "Your Highness, do you understand?"

Jiang Gao whispered, "A noble does not contend, but..."

"To not contend means not to vie for one’s desires, but now things are different."

Jiang Gao looked at Jiang Yuan and softly said:

"In times of crisis in the world, remaining a non-contentious noble is merely weakness and escape. A person should pursue certain things, yet must also do what is necessary, neglecting the necessary for the sake of desires."

"It’s not just weakness, it’s also selfish immaturity."

"It shouldn’t be like this."

Jiang Gao’s eyes lowered, a wistful smile appeared on his face:

"Before speaking of oneself, one must first bear the responsibilities they should."

"Entrusting the world to those irresponsible is essentially being irresponsible to the world, a betrayal and murder of the people of Daying Kingdom."

He exhaled a breath, answered in a noble’s voice:

"The world is vast, when duty calls, one must not shirk."

"Who else but me."

Yuwen Lie’s eyes had a trace of admiration, he said, "Yes."

Jiang Gao said, "It’s a pity, it’s too late." He looked at Jiang Yuan and He Ruoqinhu in front, all around, the outside armies gathered, the killing aura of the Military School surged, this time, here, Yuwen Lie said:

"Your Highness may fight alongside me today."

Jiang Gao finally felt an immense sense of heroism: "If it fails, I shall die with you!"

Yuwen Lie smiled slightly, raised the spear in his hand.

The cold and arrogant Divine General held the war spear, the void ripples shook, transforming into a roaring White Tiger, Yuwen Lie’s spear twirled, he calmly looked at the Imperial Army ahead, as if the divine might general’s gaze merely passed through these soldiers and landed on He Ruoqinhu.

Yuwen Lie said indifferently, "He Ruoqinhu, is the world still about familial ties or not, can you still not see?!"

He Ruoqinhu sighed woodenly, "How can I see clearly?!"

Yuwen Lie marched forward holding his spear, He Ruoqinhu said to Jiang Yuan, "Your Majesty, I shall meet Yuwen Lie."

Jiang Yuan replied, "If you leave, what shall I do?!"

He Ruoqinhu yelled in anger, "Your Majesty, you are the ruler of Daying Kingdom, carrying the Emperor’s Destiny, so many guards are here, yet do you not have the courage to fight?!"

"If that’s the case, how can you compete for the world with Emperor Qin?!"

"If I don’t go out and Yuwen Lie comes, what then?!"

He grasped his horse spear and charged forward, the wind rises between heaven and earth, below the Star-picking Tower, the bell Jiang Wanxiang made for his wife remained from beginning to end, after his wife passed away, he watched the bell shake as if he could still hear her laughter.

Even Jiang Wanxiang had already passed away years ago.

The Star-picking Tower closed, no one ascended the tower again to pick stars or admire the moon.

The two Divine Weapons fiercely collided, ripples of shock soared to the sky, stirring the wind and clouds, below the Star-picking Tower the bell violently shook, and at the same time, Jiang Gao already darted forward, the guards ahead took action but were all cleaved by Jiang Gao.

Civil and military officials wanted to help, yet momentarily were shocked not knowing what to do.

Jiang Yuan’s voice was slightly hoarse, he shouted angrily: "Who can kill Jiang Gao, Marquis, Marquis, no, Duke Pillar, Duke Pillar!"

Under great rewards there must be brave men, but at this moment Wei Yiwen suddenly said:

"Have you all forgotten the old incident of Qin Yulong?"

So the commanders’ hearts which had turned slightly fervent and eager instantly cooled down, seeing Wei Yiwen’s reaction, the civil ministers understood something, none spoke further.

Jiang Gao killed those close ministers one by one.

Court revolts on blue stones often happen urgently, those involved and armies participating don’t often attack cities or lands, the battlefield isn’t as fierce, often involving only several hundred people, within an hour, dust settles.

Simply because one side, having power and position, believes they hold the great momentum, in control of everything, never considering that the one forced into a corner harbors courage to tear apart all so-called rules.

One sword after another, the blade stained with blood, the robe also blood-stained.

Beside him on either side, lying down are the corpses of those ministers.

The civil and military officials watched Jiang Wanxiang’s two sons fight here, no one dared step forward, only Lord Wei, having somehow fished out records, all of Jiang Yuan’s tyrannical acts against the people, rolled up, like bamboo scripts, fiercely hurled at Jiang Yuan.

To hell with your Wen Zheng!

At this moment, Jiang Yuan was caught off guard, staggering backward, his thigh now pained, pierced by Jiang Gao’s sword, this blade had already snapped from the slaughter, yet the piercing tip remained sharp.

This sword pinned Jiang Yuan’s leg to the ground.

Jiang Gao gripped the sword hilt with both hands, eyes red, exerting force downwards.

Jiang Yuan finally grew afraid, saying, "Brother, Brother, what are you going to do?! Big brother, have you forgotten? Mother is dead, Father is dead, in this world, it’s just you and me!"

"What are you doing? Are you going to kill me?"

"Here is where Father and Mother used to hold family feasts with us, are you going to kill me here, in the place where Father and Mother stayed?" Jiang Yuan cried bitterly, Jiang Gao held the sword, eyes flushed red.

Memories of youth churned in his mind.

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