"Bad news! Supreme Elder Zhang must have fallen victim to that fiend's evil art. Attack him first and force him to dispel it!"
Elder Liu roared and prepared to attack Xu Yi.
At his words, Elder Su and Elder Ma moved to follow.
Zhang Jichao's face turned livid with rage. He flicked a small silver arrow from his palm, sending a flash of silver light that blasted the three men away. He cursed furiously, "A bunch of fools! Get lost, all of you!"
The four men fled in disarray.
"Brother Xu, it is truly an honor for the Chu Jiang Imperial Court that you have come to visit and sought us out first. If the Emperor Lord were not in seclusion, he would certainly have welcomed you in person."
Zhang Jichao cupped his fists as he spoke, his expression calm and composed, though inside he was panicking.
His furious attack on the four men had certainly been staged for Xu Yi to see. He only hoped the fiend would let some of his anger ebb.
After all, the fiend in the rumors was practically addicted to slaughter.
As for resisting him, Zhang Jichao had never even considered it. When the images of the battle at Wang Pan Mountain had spread, he, as one of the top figures on Chu Jiang Star, had received them at once.
What had the battle at Wang Pan Mountain been like? To put it bluntly, that force could have been brought here to flatten the entire Chu Jiang Imperial Court. It would not have been impossible.
And yet, that force—formidable as it was—had ultimately perished at the hands of this fiend.
Now he was alone, and he had not the slightest intention of stirring up trouble.
Xu Yi waved a hand. "There's no need for