Tens of millions of people besieged the city, and he stood quietly at the top of the city dressed in snow-clad elegance. His eyes were indifferent, without joy or sorrow, watching the man below the city riding his horse in the air with arrogance and determination.
This is their city, it once was.
Under the dim and chaotic sky, he slowly raised the Mingtian staff in his hand. Silver lightning hissed and dragons and snakes scurried away. The phantom light was bright. In the dazzling light, he saw the panicked eyes of the man below the city. And he saw the beautiful faces of the people in the city.
Goodbye, Yingzhou City, goodbye, Mingshang.
I will use my life to pay tribute to this royal prosperity you gave me.
From now on, you and I have nothing to do with each other!
Ming Shang: Mu Xuan, do you think you can escape like this? I tell you, it's impossible, you can never escape!
Mo Xiao: Mu Xuan, it's useless. There is no cure for this poison.