At the Altar of Heaven Square, the solemn ceremony continued. The vast Dragon Qi of the Son of Heaven hung high in the sky, swallowing and replenishing the national fortune.
The two people present with the highest cultivation realms were the "Military God," Wenren Zheng, and Prince Li—two Martial Sages.
One was suppressing the national fortune, while the other was "assisting" the emperor.
The fifteen True Persons of the Bureau of Impartial Justice were all operating the grand formation with every ounce of their strength, striving to ensure that not a single shred of the river of fortune flowing from the Great Luo Sect would be wasted before entering the "dragon's mouth."
Under such circumstances, it truly was a good opportunity for an assassination.
But the Cessation of Hostilities Pavilion official who had suddenly leaped out to assassinate him was far too weak.
He was merely at the Dao Foundation Stage.
There was no need to alarm the two Martial Sages at the front.
The Cessation of Hostilities Pavilion alone had four Grandmasters and more than twenty Martial Dao Masters present. Around the Altar of Heaven were also powerful imperial guards and several unfathomably deep eunuchs. For a Dao Foundation Stage warrior to leap out and assassinate the emperor in such a place could no longer be described as an ant trying to shake a tree.
It was simply an ant trying to overturn the sea!
As this audacious assassin soared into the air, at least seven divine abilities landed on him, and several Martial Dao Domains blossomed.
As for the High-Level Force he struck toward the Altar of Heaven, it flew less than ten meters before vanishing in midair.
The assassin himself vanished along with it! The few Martial Dao Masters who had attacked turned deathly pale with fright,