Until Ye Zhen had beaten the newly appointed Grand Supervisor of the Inner Palace into a pig's head, the experts of the Secret Directorate finally reacted.
Ye Zhen had simply been too bold.
It had always been the Secret Directorate bullying others. When had anyone ever dared to bully them?
What was more, Zhao Shuo was the Grand Supervisor of the Inner Palace, a favorite before the emperor?
Who would dare hit him?
One after another, they pointed at Ye Zhen and cursed furiously. The Dao Realm experts among the Secret Directorate personnel locked their auras onto Ye Zhen, eager to make a move.
A cold gleam flashed through Ye Zhen's eyes. He slapped Zhao Shuo to the ground, then planted a foot on him.
Zhao Shuo was both shocked and enraged.
He was shocked that, as a peak Dao Realm expert, he had possessed scarcely any ability to fight back beneath Ye Zhen's hands. This was simply...
He was enraged because after Ye Zhen had slapped him, he had trampled him beneath his foot. To Internal Inspectorate eunuchs like them, who cared immensely about face, such humiliation was even worse than being killed.
"Get them! All of you, get them!" Zhao Shuo shrieked hoarsely from beneath Ye Zhen's foot.
Before the Secret Directorate forces could make a move, Ye Zhen gave a savage grin. "A pack of household slaves, you've truly turned the heavens upside down!
"Kill them!"
Ye Zhen had come from the military, decisive and ruthless in slaughter. Those few brief words carried a naturally awe-inspiring force.
The moment the word "kill" left his mouth, Zhao Shuo, the newly appointed Grand Supervisor of the Inner Palace, and the Secret Directorate personnel all felt their hearts turn cold.
Before they could react, strange ripples appeared in the void,