Five Peaks Prefecture.
Jun Tian City.
The Council Hall of the Marquis Mansion.
Purple Robe Marquis Zhou Sheng sat upright in the seat of honor, clad in a purple Python Robe, his brows drawn tight with gravity.
Zhong Yue sat below him. The teacups before them had long since gone cold, yet neither had any mind to drink.
"The letter was sent out seven days ago. There should have been a reply by now, and The Emperor should have made some decision as well. How can the Five Peaks Patrol Office hold back the Yellow Sky Sect's strength with only what we have here?" Zhong Yue said, his voice somewhat hoarse.
As he spoke, pain also showed on his face.
"Your injuries—are they all right?" Purple Robe Marquis Zhou Sheng glanced at Zhong Yue and asked.
"I can still hold on!" Zhong Yue nodded, then said, "The Heavenly Kings' strength is truly terrifying. I really don't know how that Yellow Sky Daoist cultivated so many Immortal Path experts. The Twelve Heaven Kings are all Yang Spirit Realm experts. Even in this age, every one of them is far stronger than an ordinary Second Rank Great Grandmaster."
At this, Zhou Sheng's brows drew even tighter.
"If we engage the army commanded by two Heavenly Kings head-on, I can hold back at most one of them. The other Heavenly King, together with several Elders of the Yellow Sky Sect and several thousand followers, is more than our current Five Peaks Patrol Office can withstand." Zhou Sheng's voice was low, his knuckles lightly tapping the tabletop.
"Marquis, if it really comes to it, I'll risk my life! If I can delay them for two or three days, the reinforcements from the Royal Capital should arrive!" Zhong Yue gritted his teeth.
Zhou Sheng shook