The instant the enormous palm print blasted into the study, Tong Fu, the now-bald old man in the sky, froze, his expression turning dazed.
Though that palm strike looked immensely imposing, its true purpose had been to capture someone alive!
He wanted to seize the boy cultivating cross-legged within the North Sea Prefecture Duke's Mansion in one stroke, then obtain the strategic spatial treasure inside his body as quickly as possible.
That was his first objective. His second objective was to capture Ye Zhen's Yuan Spirit alive, if circumstances permitted.
Although, in a sense, he belonged to the imperial city, once exposed, neither the Holy Son of Heaven nor the Grand Supervisor of the Inner Palace would come forward. They might even eliminate him at the first opportunity.
What he was doing tonight did not conform to Great Zhou's political rules. Of course, he had done no small number of such things before.
His third objective was to divert attention.
A Duke of North Sea Prefecture, Governor of North Sea, and Hall Master of Fire Spirit Hall of Great Zhou had been killed in Luoyi—what a storm would that stir up? What waves would it raise?
That storm had to be guided in a suitable direction, and the ever-restless Heaven Temple was the best direction to guide it toward.
Otherwise, with his cultivation as a Creation Realm Divine Being, if he truly wanted to silently kill a tiny Half-step Dao Realm shrimp, it would be no more than the turn of his palm. There was no need to make such a huge commotion.
Making such a huge commotion was to deliberately leave behind a few clues.
Of course, according to the plan, it was impossible for him to directly reveal that gleaming bald head of his disguise.
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