Bianjing, Imperial Palace.
When the heroes arrived, the situation at the Imperial Palace was completely different from what they had expected.
The Sect Leader of the Golden Saber Sect, Shao Yong, was nothing more than a headless corpse, pinned to the palace gate by a long spear.
His disciples were still fighting fiercely, but had been cornered into a dead end.
If the Jin soldiers hadn't wanted to capture someone alive, these disciples would have already become hedgehogs.
Bai Pu glanced at Shao Jifei, the senior disciple of the Golden Saber Sect.
Well, this senior disciple of the Golden Saber Sect should be congratulated in advance for taking over the position of sect leader.
But Shao Jifei showed no joy, his face pale as a ghost.
"How is it possible, how is it possible... Master had such high martial skills, how could he lose to the Golden Dogs?"
If Shao Yong had died under a volley of Breaking Air Crossbows, Shao Jifei could have accepted it.
