Kang Jingchen hid behind the crowd. Though his face was pale, he was both nervous and excited.
He was nervous because he had not been present last time and had not witnessed Zhao Yun's battle with Lin Bingchun.
He knew Zhao Yun was powerful, but he had never expected him to be so terrifying. If this operation failed, the consequences would be unimaginable.
What excited him was that if they could successfully capture Zhao Yun, his status within the Great Gan Imperial Family would surely rise with the tide.
Now it all depended on whether these Dagan Attendants were up to the task.
This time, the Great Gan Imperial Family had paid no small price to gather these experts from among Dagan's Ten Great Immortal Sects.
Several of them were peak Spirit Severing Realm experts, figures comparable to Grand Elders within the Ten Great Immortal Sects.
Had the Great Gan Imperial Family not offered benefits tempting enough, there was simply no chance they would appear to work for it. At most, their sects would send ordinary Spirit Severing Realm experts to deal with the matter.
These people were the treasures that suppressed their sects among the Ten Great Immortal Sects. Should anything happen to them, the losses would be impossible to measure.
A cold smile curled across Zhao Yun's lips. His gaze flashed like lightning as he swept his surroundings, and with a flicker of his body, he moved freely through the crowd.
The Purple Firmament Divine Thunder Spear danced once more in his hand, leaving behind countless spear shadows. Every thrust carried the force of thunder shaking ten thousand miles; wherever it passed, violet lightning ran rampant, illuminating the surrounding space as bright as day.
The attacks of those Spirit Severing Realm experts crumbled one after another beneath Zhao