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When Zong Luo danced with it, it became the only ink color on his body except for his pupils, like a secluded lotus pond in the Tianshan Mountains, aloof and murderous.

Just like back then, a prince who would become a tyrant held it and killed all over the north and south of the wilderness.

At the same time, the face of Lord Wu An also became solemn, each wrinkle seemed to narrate the traces of the years, and a momentum of swallowing mountains and rivers rose beside him.

“Come!”

Almost at the same time, they took a step back, burst into the air, and the sword tips filled with inner strength touched each other in the air, shaking open a wave of shock.

Boom——

The falling snow was lifted up and fell rustlingly, as if a blizzard was falling.

This battle did not last long.

Soon, accompanied by a tuft of falling white hair, Zhanlu, witnessed by the two armies, was on the shoulder of the old general.

“The last move was a beautiful feint!”

Lord Wu An praised. “The younger generation is terrible.”

He laughed a few times. “Before I go, I can have this battle, and there will be no regrets on the road to the netherworld.”

“There is only one thing that this old man owes the Third Highness today. If not pay off, this old man is afraid he will regret it very much. After thinking about it, there is only one thing that can be used to pay off the debt.”

Lord Wu An put the Daxia Longque into the scabbard and offered it with both hands. “This is the treasure sword that has accompanied this old man for many years, it can cut iron like mud, and it is quite handy to use. Although this old man is going to leave, he can’t bear to let it be sealed with him. Please don’t refuse, Third Highness.”

Lord Wu An’s words were really sincere.

The Daxia Longque is a famous divine sword, how can it be summarized by a sentence of cutting iron like mud and being quite handy?

Lord Wu An did not hesitate, and Zong Luo simply took the sword.

Tens of thousands of people watched this scene silently, as if completing a handover from an old general to a new general.

The old man sighed for the last time, a stream of blood slowly flowed down the corner of his mouth, and the whole person fell heavily into the snow that had been trampled soft during the fight.

His bright eyes stared at the sky, taking a final look at the homeland he had fought for all his life, slowly dimming, and finally closing.

Severing the heart meridian was the most common method of suicide for martial artists.

The advantages were that it’s fast, painless, and relatively simple.

Only a stubborn person like Zong Luo would actually slit his throat after being granted a sword by Emperor Yuan in his previous life.

When Lord Wu An finally closed his eyes, the vassal who had been silently crying behind him stepped forward, collected the body of the old general, and returned to Hanmen Pass with his master’s body.

Normally, if one was sentenced to death by the Emperor Yu and openly resisted, one wouldn’t dream of being buried in the ancestral tomb.

However, soon, the Yu Country would also be destroyed, becoming a part of the Great Yuan territory. Lord Wu An could be buried wherever he wanted.

The gate of Hanmen Pass had been wide open since Lord Wu An left.

In his previous life, Hanmen Pass surrendered and fell, and before the Great Yuan Iron Cavalry could advance too far, the Emperor Yu followed suit and surrendered.

Once the Yu Country surrendered, the Great Yuan immediately sent people to take over their Imperial City. These were all handled by specialists, not within the scope of Zong Luo’s concerns.

It could be said that for Zong Luo, the battle of Hanmen Pass ended just like that. It’s incredibly simple.

He was about two months away from the Imperial City, and after a few days of rest, he would return tomorrow. It would take another month on the road, and by the time he returned to the Imperial City, it would be just in time for the Witch Sacrificial Ceremony.

It’s more like a distraction than a war.

Zong Luo said in a low voice to Mu Yuanlong, “You take the elite and go through the process with the envoy.”

Mu Yuanlong keenly sensed that His Highness was not in a good mood now, nodded and understood, “Yes!”

A qualified deputy general must also do a good job in miscellaneous tasks. Mu Yuanlong had been following Zong Luo for many years and was familiar with the process.

Almost as soon as he finished giving orders, he started to work on it and prepared the military equipment.

The soldiers of the Yu Country also put down their weapons one after another, threw them aside, faced the wall, and squatted down with their hands on their heads.

When Mu Yuanlong was sure that he could lead the vanguard into Hanmen Pass and take over here, he turned around again, and the figure all in white had disappeared.

On the other side, the prince in white turned his head and returned to the camp.

The Xuan Cavalry soldier guarding the front of the camp saluted, “Your Highness.”

Half of the soldiers sent to Hanmen Pass were left in the camp to guard against surprise attacks.

Zong Luo nodded faintly and walked towards the main tent.

Just a second before he lifted the tent curtain, his dead-water-like expression finally rippled a little, and he turned around and left.

So the soldier guarding the door looked at His Highness in confusion as he got back on Zhao Yebai and headed out of the camp, his back resolute.

“Why did His Highness leave without even entering the tent?”

The Xuan Cavalry scratched his head in confusion, and suddenly saw a red shadow sweeping past the stable.

Immediately afterwards, the tied horse was frightened and raised its hooves high, letting out a roar.

In just a blink of an eye, the unexpected guest in red and white fur rode a black horse and galloped away.