A mysterious army had slipped into Guzhou. This was absolutely no small matter.
To pass through each province, one needed travel documents. People of the martial world could escape such scrutiny by taking the mountain roads, but a large force like an army could never slip through unnoticed.
This army had passed through every checkpoint, so it must have had the Imperial Court's permission. But no word had gotten out, which meant it was a secret operation.
That very night, Li Qingqiu summoned the hall masters to discuss the matter.
Jiang Zhaoxia's injuries had healed, but his defeat at Shen Yue's hands had dealt him a heavy blow. He had been in seclusion practicing martial arts lately, hoping to reach the Yangyuan Realm Seventh Layer as soon as possible.
"This matter truly can't be taken lightly. If the Demonic Sect really is the emperor's pawn, then we've already offended him. Both the emperor and the Prefect want to deal with us, but they need a reason. After all, we've received rewards from the Imperial Court. What I fear is that the whereabouts of the Emperor Profound Sword have driven them to the point where they no longer care about finding an excuse."
Zhang Yuchun spoke with a grave expression and a weighty tone.
Hugging the Emperor Profound Sword, Li Sifeng snorted. "What's there to fear? I'll hold off a thousand men, Fifth Senior Brother another thousand, Third Senior Brother three thousand, and Eldest Senior Brother ten thousand. We'll cut right through their morale!"
The others couldn't help laughing. Li Dongyue glared at him and said irritably, "Do you think the soldiers are chickens and dogs for you to slaughter as you please? They practice martial arts year-round, too, and they're clad in armor."
Jiang Zhaoxia said, "He may have a