Before the screen, where there had originally been nothing at all, Jiang Yun struck out with his Lightning Palm Strike.
With a bang.
Before the screen, where there had originally been nothing at all, Zhao Chongfeng was caught completely off guard. The blow struck his chest, sending him crashing into the screen behind him and heavily onto the ground.
Hit by that palm, Zhao Chongfeng felt the magic power within his body fall into chaos. Clutching his chest, he spat a stream of bright red blood.
He looked at Jiang Yun in astonishment and gritted out, "You're so young, yet I never expected your Daoist magic to be so formidable."
"Little brother, why not join forces with me and kill that Imperial Guard beside you?"
"With your abilities, if you join our Red Lotus Cult, your future will know no bounds."
"That dog emperor suppresses the Daoist Sect so harshly. Why suffer yourself to serve him?"
Jiang Yun remained calm, turning a deaf ear to his words.
Xu Suwen swiftly stepped forward and struck the back of his neck, instantly knocking Zhao Chongfeng unconscious.
Xu Xiaogang hurried over as well and used the rope in his hands to tie the man up securely. "Sis, we've struck it rich, struck it rich! I've been in the Imperial Guards for so many years, but I've never earned such a huge merit."
The Imperial Guards handled all manner of assignments. Most involved monitoring the civil and military officials, or investigating and dealing with evil spirits causing trouble somewhere after receiving orders.
Or apprehending evil people who cultivated Evil Cultivation Techniques.
Such assignments were basically routine.
The Great Zhou dynasty was vast. Apart from the Capital City, it also had fifteen Provincial Administrations. Each Provincial Administration governed more than ten prefectures, and each prefecture