Dagan Imperial Palace.
"Your Majesty, the Wanze Sect is so overbearing and tyrannical that they dared lay such ruthless hands on an Attendant of the Great Gan Imperial Family.
If we do not avenge this hatred, where will Dagan's dignity remain!
How will the Great Gan Imperial Family ever stand in this world again?"
An old minister glared furiously, fists clenched, as he spoke in indignation.
"Avenge it? Then tell us, how are we supposed to avenge it?" another slightly plump minister retorted, his brows knotted into a deep furrow, his face filled with worry.
"First it was Lin Bingchun, and now a Grand Elder of the Guiyi Sect. They were both peak Spirit Severing Realm experts.
Even they fell at Zhao Yun's hands. Who in Dagan could possibly be Zhao Yun's match?"
Kang Yeyu wore a bright yellow dragon robe, his brows tightly furrowed as he paced back and forth.
The eyes beneath his sword-like brows were now filled with rage and conflict.
He had never imagined Zhao Yun's strength would be so terrifying, so far beyond anything imaginable.
This carefully planned encirclement and killing operation had been thought foolproof. They had expected to join forces and kill Zhao Yun, then wipe out the Wanze Sect in one fell swoop.
Yet it had ended in utter failure, leaving the Great Gan Imperial Family disgraced and reduced to a laughingstock.
For someone as proud and arrogant as him, who believed himself to hold the world in his palm, this was like a fishbone stuck in his throat—impossible to swallow.
Could Zhao Yun's cultivation realm have already surpassed the Spirit Severing Realm?
Yet for thousands of years, Xuantian Continent had never seen an expert above the Spirit Severing Realm. What right did Zhao Yun have?
As Kang Yeyu pondered this, another