Chapter 84: The Aura of an Emperor

“First, the City Guard must hold the gates—do not let a single suspicious person slip through. If even one fugitive like Xu Xiao escapes, you’ll answer for it with your head.

Second, the Imperial Guards will mobilize and, together with the assassins, scour the capital thoroughly. I mean a complete purge—should any official’s residence harbor anyone suspicious, they are to be seized at once. If there’s any resistance, execute them on the spot.”

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Was this really the same Li Wuxie who once laughed arrogantly over the Eastern Wastes? Now, before Li Longji, he bowed and scraped, even showing a hint of obsequious flattery.

The third patriarch, Feng Xiangtian, trembled at these words; his clouded eyes widened in disbelief, as if he could hardly trust his own ears.

The commotion had already startled the demon. The white serpent soared aloft and saw that half the valley was drowned in flames, the fire still spreading with undiminished fury.

After all, the lurking assassins had yet to reveal themselves. If they followed the same pattern—loosing a few more arrows to tear open gaping rifts in space—every Kirin clansman present would surely perish and descend into the underworld.

Yang Shendu’s expression shifted; he could sense the life force within the demon plant seed in his right hand growing ever stronger. The soul imprint he’d left inside was now being violently shaken.

As he spoke, he gestured grandly. A sudden beam of light shot out and, landing before Jiang Ziya, transformed into a tiger tally, its divine radiance swirling about it with an awe-inspiring might.

Tang Zheng was not only gifted with great strength; his reflexes and reaction speed were equally extraordinary.

Though Jiang Cuo was a Nine Tribulations cultivator, he had only crossed his tribulation within the last fifty years, lacking the deep roots of the Luoxia Palace. Even when facing the Master of the Chengying Cavern, he deferred courteously. Bowing, he replied, “Yes!” though he was uncertain what this was about and would have to question it in detail from the beginning.

Haotian and Hongjun both staggered back, though Haotian retreated much farther than Hongjun. It seemed that, even fused with the power of primordial chaos, Haotian's strength was still no match for Hongjun. But their contest was no longer so one-sided.

Now, as they gathered some nearly ripe lychees, there needed to be a simple adjustment: deciding exactly when to pick them so they could be stored longer, and which ones, after being artificially ripened, would taste best. Perhaps they could never quite compare to fruit left to fully mature, but if the flavor was close enough, it would suffice.

All the followers of the Eighth Elder chanted the name of Beidao Shengxiang, while those with the Seventh Elder fell into a long silence. Beyond these sharply contrasting emotions, a lascivious and chilling gaze appeared atop the high platform, along with a nearly undetectable glint of murderous intent.

“Master, that person was rude—why didn’t you let me punish him? Anyone who mocks you deserves to die a thousand times over!” Chong Rou couldn’t help but ask. Her master’s status was so exalted, yet to be ridiculed by a weakling for no reason was more than she could bear.

On Zhang Yi’s side, he charged at the wide front where enemy soldiers defended the third line. The invaders, convinced of victory, let down their guard, flashing their torches, signaling up the mountain, laughing boisterously, utterly unrestrained.

During the three-day tournament break, Po Jun nearly spent every last coin to buy every kind of soul force soup, soul food, and soul stone that might increase his power.

Zhang Yi also explained that he hadn’t taken the enemy’s coded notebook because he feared that, if the enemy discovered its loss, they’d immediately change their codes, rendering his hard-won intelligence useless.

According to the inn system, the earlier worlds were simply meant to lay the foundation for Ye Fei.

“Your Majesty’s insight is as brilliant as a torch. My lord hopes that, should you encounter the former Popes Nicholas or Hildebrand, you will send them to Rome without delay,” the envoy said unhurriedly.

In the hall, everyone’s emotions exploded into utter frenzy in that instant—like a volcano erupting, like a tsunami surging, drowning out every other sound.