Within the imperial palace, crimson flames surged toward the heavens.
With every step Peng Lie took, the golden bricks beneath his feet melted into scalding liquid fire.
The crimson astral essence coiling around him transformed into nine fire dragons, rampaging through the vast palace grounds.
The exquisitely carved white marble railings burst apart beneath the intense heat, while the rare flowers and exotic plants in the imperial garden were instantly scorched dry.
"Run!"
"It's the Imperial Uncle!"
At the sight of this horrifying scene, the Imperial Guards threw down their armor and fled in all directions.
Along the gilded corridor leading to the Golden Carriage Hall, more than a dozen guards who had failed to escape in time rolled about on the ground.
Their armor had been seared red-hot, yet miraculously, their flesh remained unharmed.
"Hmph!"
Peng Lie snorted coldly. As though sentient, the fire dragons avoided the soldiers groaning on the ground.
Though consumed by fury, he still held firm to his bottom line of not harming the innocent.
He had only one true target—the monster occupying the Dragon Throne within the Golden Carriage Hall!
"Your Majesty! This old servant has come to seek your guidance!"
Peng Lie's voice boomed like thunder, shaking glazed tiles loose from the roof of the hall.
The next instant, his body flashed like lightning. Wherever he passed, the nine fire dragons melted a crimson path through the palace walls.
Some Imperial Guards who feared death and tried to stop him were forced back again and again by the terrifying heat before they could even approach.
In the distance, Lu Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, silently watching Peng Lie unleash his might.
He had deliberately held back by half a step, allowing this old man, who had endured frustration for far