He is a proton.
He entered Beijing at the age of seven and has been here for thirteen years.
People in the capital called him "that trash from the Xiao family". He fights chickens and lackeys, lives in drunkenness and dreams, and even dares to knock over the tea table of the seventh princess - because she protects him, he dares. She thought it was a sign of mutual love, but he knew that it was a rope tied around his neck by His Majesty himself.
His father, Xiao Guang, was the Great General of Zhenbei. He commanded 300,000 frontier troops and his achievements shocked the emperor.
His Majesty could not touch him, so he detained his son in the capital.
For thirteen years, Xiao Lie became a joke in everyone's eyes.
My father's emissary suddenly came to Beijing and brought a message: "I only have this son."
Assassinations came one after another overnight—people from powerful families, sectarians, and people whose faces he could not see.
Xiao Lie started to investigate.
But the more he checked, the more he discovered that behind every face, there was the same person.
The man was sitting on the dragon throne, waiting for his death.
Because he died, his father would rebel.
If your father rebels, your majesty can be justified, train the ancestors of the thirteenth realm of Qi warriors, and destroy the entire Xiao family.
Xiao Lie lived too long. It's time to die.
But he didn't want to die.
That night, he broke out of the barrier, his energy and blood soaring into the sky like smoke.
The entire capital was in an uproar - "That trash from the Xiao family is in the 7th realm of martial arts?"
But he didn't laugh.
Because he knows that 7 realms are not enough.
Princess Zhaolie of Dayu in the north was waiting for him at the border.
The king of Tianque in the west is sharpening his sword in secret.
The sect's Thirteenth Level Ancestor is calculating his fate.
And he only had one thought——
Leave Beijing alive, return to the border alive, and ask the man sitting on the dragon throne alive:
"Three generations of my Xiao family have been guarding the border, and the peace created by mountains of corpses and seas of blood is worth my life?"
