I really don't want to take shortcuts anymore

This energetic force was like a substance, directly impacting the people below the ring, breaking all the headbands and hairpins of more than a hundred rangers in the front row. In an instant, countless people had their hair disheveled.

Luo Qianhuai and Mr. Mo were standing at the back, and were less affected. Although Mr. Mo's hair-binding jade crown was intact, her hair was mostly blown away, so she simply removed the hairpin and ring, took it apart, and tied it into a simple ponytail.

It was just a snort, but it was so powerful. This was the power of the Sword Sect, and no one could stop it.

After realizing this, everyone looked at each other in fear, and the previous discussions became much quieter.

"He's just a mere alliance leader, it's not worth it for me to lie about him." Gu Yillong said in a calm voice.

His voice was not loud, but everyone present felt their eardrums bulging and were deafened.

With that snort to establish his authority just now, Gu Yillong's words immediately became more credible. At least the people below no longer raised any doubts verbally, but half of them still had distrust written on their faces.

Guan Wentian quickly came out to smooth things over with a smile on his face: "The Ancient Sword Sect will not lie, and we naturally have evidence here, so we will make sure everyone is convinced."

He looked at Gu Yilong as he spoke, as if waiting for his approval. The latter nodded slowly, and Guan Xiangtian smiled and took out a golden rectangular waist badge from his arms:

"If we take this badge out again, not many people will recognize it. I won't keep you in suspense. To be honest, this is the badge worn by the leader of the Qianlong Guard in the Weiyang Palace many years ago. Old people in the martial arts world may have heard of it. It was a guard formed by the late emperor to protect the late crown prince. But after the Zhenghe Rebellion seventeen years ago, it was completely purged and no longer exists."

No one in the audience had expected that such a gold medal would have such an impressive origin. But what did the events of the past have to do with the current martial arts conference?

Luo Qianhuai could clearly feel that Mr. Mo's muscles were tensed. He squinted his eyes slightly and stared at the sign coldly, with a chill running through his body. He held her hand and couldn't help but use more force.

Seeing that his words had attracted everyone's attention, Guan Wentian sneered inwardly and continued in a raised voice:

"But what everyone doesn't know is that the leader of the Dark Dragon Guards didn't die. Instead, he protected the former crown prince and fled to Gaotang. It wasn't until the false emperor Yu Yan usurped the throne that he protected the true dragon emperor and returned to his country!"

It was like pouring a basin of cold water into boiling oil. Everyone present finally exploded.

"Didn't the former crown prince die unjustly? How could he still be alive?"

"So the leader of the Dark Dragon Guard is the current Ancient Sword Sect? He actually saved the former crown prince. He is truly a loyal and wise man!"

"I have never been convinced by that little emperor! The former crown prince was extremely kind and virtuous. If he were really alive, he should return to Weiyang Palace and ascend the throne!"

"That's absolutely true! Although we are wandering knights, every man has his share of responsibility for the fate of the country. How can we sit back and watch an ignorant child steal the throne?"

"Since the Ancient Sword Sect is such a powerful figure, what's wrong with recognizing him as the leader? We should all follow the leader's unified command and support the former crown prince to fight back to Xijing and take back the country!"

Luo Qianhuai had never expected that Mr. Mo's grandfather, the former crown prince who was hanged by the evil crown prince, had such a high reputation in the hearts of the people in the martial arts world that they were willing to die for him with such passion even before they saw him.

Master Mo's brows were already furrowed tightly. Unlike Luo Qianhuai, he knew that the late crown prince had a high status in the hearts of the people because of his uncle, General Wei, who had defeated the Xiongnu. Moreover, he was kind and modest, and did not boast of his status, so even those unruly people in the martial arts world would always praise him.

This is also the reason why, after Master Mo later ventured into the world on his own, he was recognized as his sworn brother by Meng Ju, and was personally taught swordsmanship by Pei Wucuo, becoming the well-known Master Jieyou throughout the world.

Personal ability is certainly one aspect, but the most initial and fundamental reason is that he is the only bloodline left by the late Crown Prince Yu Heng, and he is simply inheriting the legacy of his ancestors.

And now, Shangguan Jin wants to make a big fuss about this matter.

Master Mo had seen the Dark Dragon Guard’s badge and knew that the one Guan Wentian took out was the real one.

The brand is real, but the person may not be.

The leader of the late prince’s secret guards was indeed named Gu, but he had died along with the late prince long ago. However, that was something he found out later.

When he investigated those things, more than ten years had passed and many people and evidence had long been lost in the long river of time.

But even in his dreams, he had never thought of the possibility that his grandfather was still alive and hiding in Gaotang Kingdom!

Mr. Mo's palms were full of sweat without him noticing. He knew that those people were sent by Shangguan Jin and they certainly didn't have good intentions. He knew that if his grandfather was still alive, the first people who would kill him to silence him would be Shangguan Jin and the Jiang family. But deep down, he still had a little expectation. If his grandfather was really still alive, how would everything be?

Luo Qianhuai looked at the fine beads of sweat oozing from his forehead and sighed slightly.

She was an outsider and was not as worried as Mr. Mo. She just relied on her intuition to feel that these people were not that simple.

Some people have already shouted: "The Ancient Sword Sect is so righteous. It has ensured our country's prosperity and protected the Crown Prince for many years. We are here to express our gratitude!"

"Where is the former crown prince? Although we are just common people, we also understand justice. Since the wise leader is still here, we will send him back to the capital even if it means sacrificing our lives!"

"That's right! Ancient Sword Sect, where is the former crown prince now? We will go and pay him a visit right away!"

"There are only a limited number of people here today, so we should send out invitations to heroes all over the world to support the establishment of a great leader!"

.......

The crowd below the stage was so excited that Guan Wentian and the people on the viewing platform all had smiles on their faces.

"My fellow heroes, please be patient!" Guan Wentian boosted his internal strength and finally suppressed the noisy voices from the audience.

He looked at the faces below that were flushed with excitement, and said with a smile: "What the hero Cheng said just now is very good. Although we are in the martial arts world, we must never forget the righteousness of the martial arts world. Your attitude today really makes me happy. To be honest, the late crown prince is indeed here. Do you want to meet him?"

The audience was quiet for a moment, and then there was a tsunami-like shout: "I want to see him, I want to see him, I want to see him!"

"Please don't think we are so vulgar, Your Majesty, and show yourself to us!"

Amidst the loud cheers, the middle-aged man with a mediocre and dull face slowly stood up from the viewing stand and walked towards the stage.

He walked very steadily, and with every step he took, his aura grew a little bit. By the time he stood in the middle of the stage, his posture was already straight and upright, like a deep pool and a solid mountain.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, this person reached out to his chin and gently tore off a thin mask.