Yang Lingtian had come in person, but not to make a move.
He wanted to witness with his own eyes the fate of those who dared challenge the Chaos Sacred Sect.
The night wind swept over Tianyuan City, carrying a trace of icy chill.
Inside the city, songs and dances still filled the air.
Outside the city, killing intent had already boiled over.
The night grew darker and darker.
It was like an endless black curtain, shrouding the entire Tianyuan City.
Inside the imperial palace, the lights still blazed brightly, while the sounds of flutes and strings rang without end.
Emperor Tianyuan Wu raised his cup, his face flushed and his spirits soaring.
"Hahaha, the Chaos Sacred Sect is nothing special after all."
"They actually want to extort my Tianyuan Dynasty? What a pipe dream."
The assembled officials echoed him one after another, their flattery surging like waves.
"Your Majesty is wise and farsighted, far surpassing the emperors of old."
"Under Your Majesty's leadership, the Tianyuan Dynasty will surely endure for all eternity."
"The Chaos Sacred Sect's petty vermin are not worth mentioning."
No one mentioned the destruction of the Xuanba Sword Sect. No one mentioned the Chaos Sacred Sect's fearsome reputation.
They were immersed in their hollow victory, completely unaware that the shadow of death had already drawn near.
At that very moment, ten thousand miles beyond the imperial capital, in the empty sky—
Tens of thousands of pitch-black figures darted through the darkness like ghosts.
The iron-blooded killing intent clinging to their bodies almost tore the night sky apart.
Ancestor Ganlong gripped his dragon-headed staff, his aged eyes glinting with murderous intent.
"The Sect Master has ordered us to flatten Tianyuan City and exterminate the Tianyuan imperial family. Leave no one alive!"
"Form the array." Ancestor Ganlong gave