Struck with Terror

Inside the Hall of Imperial Supremacy, the lights blazed, and the throne gleamed like snow.

Ji Lie, clad in a dragon robe embroidered with nine entwined dragons, did not sit upon the throne. Instead, he and several others took their places around a huge, perfectly round table of red python jade.

Given Ji Lie's status as a Quasi Emperor King, those who could sit as his equals were naturally no ordinary people. And the people gathered here were indeed no ordinary people—they were among the mightiest powerhouses of the age.

The first person to Ji Lie's right was a lean, refined-looking middle-aged man, with a face as flawless as jade and eyes bright as stars. One glance was enough to make you forget the man across from you was alive, and see instead a god standing between heaven and earth. Dressed in a bright yellow Taoist robe, he carried himself with the depth and breadth of the ocean. He was Huang Xuanji, the legendary figure who had not emerged from the Great Yue Secret Guards in generations.

The person directly to Ji Lie's left was impossible to see clearly. His features were plainly defined, but whenever your gaze settled on them, they blurred into mist. You could make out his brows and eyes, yet somehow never see his whole face. Like an unyielding stone, he sat motionless, as if he had slept there for thousands upon thousands of years.

Only the Tai Chi symbol on the left breast of his tattered Taoist robe revealed his origins. He was Dao Yan, the master of Wuji Temple and the greatest talisman master of the age.

Apart from the unfamiliar faces of Huang Xuanji and Dao Yan, the others were War Son of Heaven, King Jiang Bai, Zhuge Divine Sense, and Yao Junchi.