Ji Daochun's voice was low, but the youthful Marquis Qin Wu's voice was bright. Wen Lingjun's expression slightly solidified. Those three words, in conjunction with the presence of this striding powerful minister, were inherently repulsive to each other.
A tyrannical and heroic sword sound ascended from within the Great Emperor's Imperial Palace.
The Divine Weapon Chi Xiao Sword burst forth.
It transformed into a crimson Divine Dragon, spiraling and howling, dyeing the sky red, then it landed in Li Guanyi's hands. Amid the howling sword sound, Ji Daochun's expression grew increasingly grave; Marquis Qin Wu, clutching the sword, didn't say a word.
The Divine Weapon Chi Xiao Sword slashed heavily downward.
Ji Daochun only felt a blur before his eyes; he instinctively raised the dragon-headed staff in his hands, then with a shake of both hands, the staff violently snapped.
The Chi Xiao Sword fell.
Blood exploded.
