The palace maids, eunuchs, and guards in the distance who had been startled by the commotion all turned to look this way in shock.
Especially the cultivators guarding the Imperial Palace. Once they came to their senses, they flew over and surrounded Yuan Gang. Someone had killed one of their Elders; they could not possibly show no reaction.
Yuan Gang stopped, his saber held across his body as he swept his cold gaze around.
For the moment, the cultivators merely encircled him. No one dared act rashly. Most of them had no idea who this man was or what his background was, but they had all seen him kill Bai Shangcheng with a single stroke just now. Who would dare lightly provoke such strength?
Yu Cang, too, was jolted back to his senses by this crowd. He hurried forward, pushed aside the cultivators surrounding Yuan Gang, and barked, "What are you doing? It was a sparring match. He was inferior in skill—what is there to fuss over? All of you, stand down!"
This was a sparring match? Everyone exchanged glances. Was this simply going to be forgotten? And who was that big red-faced man?
Dugu Jing, who had followed them in, repeatedly waved both hands around, signaling for everyone to withdraw. Only then did the crowd slowly disperse.
Yuan Gang raised his hand and lifted his saber, sheathing the long blade backward into the custom-made leather scabbard on his back. Then he headed toward the hall he had emerged from earlier.
He left as though nothing had happened.
Did he dare kill Bai Shangcheng at a time like this, dare enter someone else's den and cut Bai Shangcheng down with one stroke, because he was a fool? Not in the least. He knew full well that they would not dare