Bab 97: In One Day, I’ve Seen All of Changan’s Flowers That Make My Heart Sing

Everyone figured no one would back Fang Lang up.

They thought even the Jiang family could not relieve him of the pressure he was under at that moment.

It seemed everyone overlooked Martial Arts King Jiang who had been cooped up in his manor for the past ten years.

The people had forgotten about Jiang Wushen, the King of Martial Arts who single-handedly slaughtered five million foreigners of impure blood ten years ago.

No one could have anticipated a mighty person like him would leave his manor for Fang Lang. It was as if a god had torn through the clouds and descended onto the human realm.

Even after so many years, Jiang Wushen remained as fierce and untamed as before.

He crushed the foreign general's blood phantom with one hand and strode from his manor to the imperial court in five steps. His appearance gave the courtiers such freight they struggled to utter a word.