That day, a streak of white light tore across the heavens and struck the entrance to the Great Ying Dynasty's imperial palace, blasting apart more than half the wall there.
In an instant, the entire Imperial Capital was shaken. Countless experts residing in the city soared into the air, wondering whether demons had attacked the Imperial Capital.
Deep within the imperial palace, killing intent surged from the royal Martial Venerables. One after another, they burst through rooftops and rose directly into the sky from their places of seclusion.
"Pfft..."
Prince Liang spat out a mouthful of blood and struggled to his feet. Staring at the palace wall that had lost half of itself, every trace of drunkenness vanished from his body.
Had that guard not caught up and stopped him, he should already have been blasted to death by that white light. If he had not paused, he would have walked right into the spot where it landed.
Prince Liang trembled all over. Had the Great Ying Dynasty's royal house become so weak that someone could simply come knocking at its door whenever they pleased?
A month ago, it had been Wei Fan. Today, it was another outrageously bold madman, directly bombarding the imperial palace. Even Wei Fan had not been this audacious.
Sweeping around with his gaze and mental power, he failed to spot the attacker. The Martial Venerable experts rising from within the palace also seemed utterly bewildered as they searched for traces of the culprit.
"I remember that streak of white light. It seemed to have flown in from outside the Imperial Capital..."
As Prince Liang recalled the scene, he looked in the direction from which the white light had come. His body began to rise into the air. "Ancestors, the attack came from that direction!"
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