Li Huowang, his killing intent soaring to the heavens, led his horse slowly into Shang Jing City. The Red Daoist Robe on his body had become an even deeper blood-red.
Wherever he passed, no one dared approach. They all gave him a wide berth.
Such a sight naturally drew the attention of Shang Jing's spies, but this was not the first time. They had long grown used to it.
This man belonged to the Emperor. If they did not want trouble, they should not investigate blindly.
Li Sui was once again wearing Princess Anning's skin and flesh. She sat sideways on the saddle, looking somewhat tired, her little head bobbing with the rhythm of the horse's hooves.
Oxheart Village was quite far from Shang Jing City, but Li Huowang had gone everywhere while clearing out Dharma Sect strongholds. The area around Oxheart Village had naturally been no exception.
Taking that opportunity, she had gone back to retrieve her skin and flesh, let the others know she was safe, and tell them about the Lu Family Troupe's tragedy.
The moment he entered Shang Jing City, Li Huowang went nowhere else and headed straight for the Celestial Surveillance Division.
"Where else is the Dharma Sect raising its banner in rebellion?" Li Huowang asked the man behind the counter.
"Uh, uh, uh, please wait a moment, sir." Nangong Yun, sweat beading on his forehead, quickly flipped through the records.
His sources were extremely well-informed. The man before him had climbed onto the imperial power; his status was no longer what it had been.
"Sir, well, within the Six Paths of Great Liang, nearly all the tough Dharma Sect elements that dared show themselves have been eliminated. Your contributions were immense. Oh, and I'll settle the reward for this assignment right away."
Hearing that,