"Hmph, you old eunuch dog!"
Xiao Fenghe stood with his hands behind his back, his purple robes stirring without wind, cold glints sharp as blades in his eyes.
"A homeless dog dares set foot upon my mountain gate?"
Once, Lu Xuan, Director of the Eastern Depot, had held power over court and country. With a single decree, he could plunge the martial world into storms of blood and rain.
Even a Great Grandmaster like Xiao Fenghe had been forced to avoid his edge.
But now—the Eastern Depot had fallen from power and lost its authority over the Imperial Guard. Even that "important figure" deep within the palace had tacitly approved it.
"Whoever kills Lu Xuan shall be made a marquis and appointed minister!"
At that thought, a cold smile curled at Xiao Fenghe's lips. "Now that you old eunuch dog have come today, don't even think of leaving Qingfeng Sect alive!"
A mountain wind suddenly rose, sweeping up crystals of ice from the ground and reflecting Lu Xuan's sinister, deathly pale face.
Lu Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, his face utterly calm. Only his deep-set eyes were like an ancient well, without a single ripple.
He slowly spoke, his voice like water dripping into an icy pool. "Name the one behind this."
Those five short words pierced to the bone like ice awls, carrying a chilling authority that allowed no defiance.
"Old eunuch dog, enough nonsense! Die for me!!" Xiao Fenghe laughed furiously, his voice shaking the nine heavens.
In an instant, clear light surged around him like a green sun abruptly appearing, so dazzling that no one could keep their eyes open.
As gale-force qi howled, his purple robes snapped wildly. Countless streams of clear wind coursed over Xiao Fenghe's body.
"Qingfeng Palm—Wind Sweeping Clouds!!"
Boom—!