Xiang Yang could kill the Demon Saber, could kill the Little Martial Saint—there was no problem with that. At heart, both the Demon Saber and the Little Martial Saint were martial world people, not officials. Their deaths were no great matter.
But Tiger King Yi Feixuan was different. He was a Titled Divine Constable of the same rank as Xiang Yang, comparable to a first-rank minister of the imperial court. His position carried enormous weight.
Within the Divine Constable Gate, and even in the imperial court, he had spent decades building connections and entangling interests. This was not something that could be brushed aside with a single claim that he had harbored ill intent and been killed in return.
His death would inevitably bring a series of unforeseeable consequences, with immense hidden dangers.
If this matter truly reached the Divine Constable Gate, then despite Xiang Yang's great influence, his foundation within the Gate was shallow. He likely would not be able to suppress it.
Unless Overlord Spear and the others took the initiative to cover for Xiang Yang, coordinating inside and out, turning a major matter into a minor one and a minor one into nothing—but was that possible?
At this moment, Su Baobao even felt that Xiang Yang had been making trouble for himself. Fine, he had killed him—but why make such a loud uproar over it? Could it be that he wanted to flaunt his formidable martial arts?
"Th-this, my lord... regarding the Tiger King, should we not be more cautious? If the Gate learns that the Tiger King died at your hands, I fear they will hold you accountable."
These words had not come from Su Baobao, but from Huang Shaoxiong. This burly man had not followed Xiang Yang for long, yet he handled matters appropriately and