Around Zither Pavilion, all the onlookers were being cleared away.
People from both sides were secretly isolating the ordinary crowds nearby.
Though killing was nominally forbidden in the Royal Capital, once a real fight broke out, accidents and friction were bound to happen with so many people around.
Therefore, the key was to have the forces behind them handle the surrounding environment in advance.
As for the damage to the grounds caused by the battle—
As long as they took care not to damage the surrounding buildings, and both sides repaired and cleaned up afterward, then...
Boom!!
Right before Wei He, Han Zong grabbed the wooden pillar before the door of a building to his right and seized it upside down.
The five-meter-long red log pillar was as light as nothing in his hands.
Though he was clearly holding twin blades, he lifted the wooden pillar by clamping it between their hilts and exerting force.
"What? Didn't you say you were going to deal with me?" Wei He stood where he was, his expression cold.
Han Zong gave a cold laugh and suddenly hurled the pillar upward. His twin blades flashed.
In an instant, golden light blazed. The wooden pillar burst into countless fragments, which exploded forth with the terrifying speed and force of cannon shells, blanketing Wei He.
Chunks of wood the size of human heads whistled and spun, producing indescribably shrill, exaggerated screeches.
The rain of wooden blocks rushed at Wei He. Behind them, the two curved blades transformed into two golden flood dragons, roaring angrily as they followed close behind.
Clang!!!
The twin blades twisted and curved, actually carrying a faint dragon roar as they shot forward.
Wei He rapidly swept aside the wooden blocks with both hands. His eyes widened, the muscles in his arms swelling