Outside the capital city.
Li Changsheng had somehow made his way out of the palace and arrived at a stall selling baked buns. In a low voice, he said, "The plan begins!"
Disguised as a vendor, Li Jianxing lifted his melon rind hat, revealing the traditional attire of the Han people.
"Death to the barbarians! Avenge our blood!"
"Death to the barbarians! Avenge our blood!!"
Dozens of disciples on the main street stopped pretending, drew their weapons, and began a merciless slaughter. The guardsmen and Jurchens on the streets had no chance to fight back.
At that moment, Xu Xuan's figure appeared in the sky, raining down spells onto the imperial palace and manipulating a giant seal. The sound of each strike even reached the outside.
Many fell to their knees in worship.
"This is an Immortal of the Han Family. Today is the punishment of the barbarians! Men of Han, follow me and fight!!"
