"Which wretched nobody dares trespass on a forbidden royal ground?" roared the burly, bare-armed, bearded man. Yet he made no move to charge forward. The two goateed old men, who looked like twin brothers, exchanged glances. Each saw worry and a trace of greed in the other's eyes.
Hearing the bearded man's roar, Lu Xiaotian felt rather speechless. This was the sort who made thunder without rain—the kind of person described by the saying, "He roars at injustice along the road, then keeps walking."
"Royal uncles, these demons have invaded the forbidden grounds of our imperial clan. I beg you to destroy them, so these fiendish things won't dare look down on our clan." Xu Qin saw Lu Xiaotian and the demon spirit locked in a fierce battle with the strange blood robe that had a master. The formation was crumbling and clearly wouldn't hold much longer. At last, she had spotted other members of the Elders' Council arriving, besides Xiang Yinshan and Xiang Feihong, and hurriedly called for their help.
"So it's Princess Yujia. Put your mind at ease. A few demonic beasts are nothing to fear. They dared intrude on the forbidden grounds of our Elders' Council; if we let them slip away right under our noses, wouldn't that be the joke of the century?" The goateed old man on the left gave a cold chuckle.
"However, the formation master invited by our old friend Silver Flute Master is still fighting the demons. We shouldn't enter the formation recklessly and interfere with his battle. Put your mind at ease. Not one of the demons that invaded our imperial clan's forbidden ground today will escape."
Xu Qin's face darkened. She was only at the Nascent Soul Middle Stage,
"Damn it, why have the Nethervault Elders returned?" The demon spirit