In the city of Bianliang, Tokyo, the clouds were low, the atmosphere was solemn and bleak, the bleak autumn wind rolled up the dead leaves on the stone road, and the sun was whimpering above his head. The light cast by the dark clouds was dim. A group of white and brightly dressed in bright clothes. Fully armed soldiers rushed out of the big inn, crossed Junyi Bridge, and rushed to the Yulin Army of Huwang Mansion to the sky. The murderous aura of the dynasty and the solemn between heaven and earth contrasted with each other. The head of the dynasty was the Taishi and the father-in-law Pang Ji. This was a 50-year-old man. The layers of wrinkles and heavy bags of eyes could not cover up the cunning aura in his eyes. But at this moment, his eyes were filled with the desire for revenge, and he was about to pounce on his target.