Chapter 1395: Capturing a Holy-tier "Capture a Holy-tier?"
The Purple Winged Blade Emperor's fingertips froze against the rim of his cup, leaving the jade cup suspended in midair.
"Governor, say that again."
"You heard me."
Mu Lei pressed his palm against the table and leaned forward. His throat tightened, but he still hammered out the words one by one.
"The Elder Council wants it alive. If we can't bring it back alive—a corpse will do. Blood, flesh, bone marrow, any of those."
The Purple Winged Blade Emperor clenched his fist, his knuckles turning white.
"A living Holy-tier... You saw it yourself. Thirty-six War Emperors couldn't stop it when it was badly wounded, and now we're supposed to capture it alive?"
Mu Lei leaned back into his chair and rubbed between his brows.
"All twelve elders signed the order. This isn't a discussion—it's a command. What do you expect me to do?"
"Have they gone mad?!"
The Purple Winged Blade Emperor slammed his fist onto the table, making the cup jump.
"Those elders on the Platinum Throne—have they ever seen a Holy-tier?"
Mu Lei looked up, and that single glance pinned Purple Wing down.
"Purple Wing! I can only pretend you never said that."
The Purple Winged Blade Emperor stiffened. His clenched hand slowly relaxed, and he leaned back into his chair, shaking his head with a bitter smile.
"Then what do you expect me to do?"
Mu Lei pushed the information tablet across to him. Purple Wing lowered his head to read it, his brows slowly drawing together.
"Fang Mo severely wounded it once. The warship's bombardment destroyed half its body, and Fang Mo drove back the Clear Void Sect as well..." Mu Lei tapped the information tablet. "According to Fang Mo, its injuries are even worse than last time.